If I Say Yes
by Brandy Jellum
Elizabeth Lewis was the child
of Hollywood’s darling couple, until her father murdered her mother.
Six years later, she has traded
her flashy, luxurious lifestyle for one of safe anonymity as a literary agent.
With a different name and appearance, Liza Winter is living the life of her
dreams—one where she’s known for who she is instead of what her father did.
Except her apartment should be condemned, her car only starts when it wants,
she hates the romance genre she has been assigned, and the CEO’s deliciously
attractive nephew is out to ruin her carefully laid plans.
Reid Harder has never met an
obstacle he couldn’t overcome. When his new position in the romance department
comes with a benefit his uncle didn’t mention, he decides to wage a war against
the intelligent, beautiful Liza to destroy every argument she has for turning
him down. Still, the closer he gets to winning the prize, the more he realizes
that the woman is keeping secrets that may endanger not just her life but his.
Will Liza overcome her mistrust
of Reid to reveal her secrets before he learns the truth and walks away? Or
will a grudge-wielding apparition from her past make her the next deadly
Hollywood headline?
Excerpt:
Prologue
Six years ago
Blood covers every surface. On
the pristine, white marble flooring, the grand staircase and handrail, and what
used to be a tall, square wooden end table by the large double doors I just
walked through. The table now lays scattered across the foyer, broken into
jagged pieces. The large, antique ceramic bowl that served as a key holder had
set on the table, but now, it too is scattered amongst the broken wood and the
blood bath. I follow the trail of dark crimson fluid up the stairs, my hands
shaking and my breath catching. Upstairs is worse, far worse. The plush white carpet
is saturated a deep shade of red; splatters and droplets are everywhere.
My heart is pounding, urging me
to go, to leave, to run and call for help. My head tells me otherwise, to
follow the trail of blood down the hall. The blood is smeared on the walls, as
if someone was trying to grab ahold of something to prevent being dragged this
way. The trail leads to my parents’ bedroom. My heartbeat quickens, and a bead
of sweat forms along my hairline. The door to my parents’ room is slightly
ajar, and I nudge it open a little farther, just enough so I can slip past the
door.
A piercing scream escapes, and
I quickly clamp a hand over my mouth. My eyes are glued to the sight before me.
There’s no mistaking the familiar blonde hair attached to the crumpled body on
the floor, discarded as though she is a piece of garbage that nobody wants.
Just left there with a pool of blood surrounding her body. The blonde hair, the
only thing I share with my mother, is drenched in the dark fluid. Another cry
escapes my lips as I rush across the floor and collapse next to her, brushing
the hair out of her face. My heart drops to the pit of my stomach, and I feel
bile rising to the back of my throat.
I can hardly recognize my
mother’s soft, delicate face; she was a natural beauty, one that everyone
wanted to star in their next movie at one point in her life. Her face is
mangled with large, jagged cuts that run across it. The blood is already
starting to dry. Examining the rest of her body, I see she is covered from head
to toe with multiple stab wounds. Under the cross-hatch of wounds, I can see faint
bruises forming from the multiple contusions she has suffered as well.
“Mom,” I whisper. I scoop her
body into my arms and pull her close to my body. Her head rests against my
chest as I begin to rock back and forth. “Don’t be dead…please, don’t be dead.”
I know my plea is useless; she is already gone. The amount of blood throughout
the house and pooling around her, and the blank expression in her blue eyes is
proof enough. Tears form in my eyes. “You can’t be dead.”
I cry out loud, and my body
begins to shake involuntarily. “I didn’t mean what I said…I forgive you.” My
voice breaks and barely comes out. I think back to the last conversation we
had. Which, honestly, isn’t anything outside the norm, since we fought
constantly the little time we are around each other. We had a toxic
mother-daughter relationship. If there’s an award for worst parents ever, mine
would win, hands down. But today, today’s argument was different. It had been
the final straw in her attempt to break me down. I had yelled at her, uttering
all the same obscenities and same ‘I hate you.’ I had told her that she was the
worst mother in the world and that I would be better off if she would just die.
I never really meant that last part. No matter how unloving, cruel, and
horrible they were, neither of my parents deserve to die, at least not like
this.
I shake my mother slightly, but
she doesn’t stir. Of course she doesn’t; she is long gone. “Please…please… just
come back.” I choke out the last three words. It doesn’t matter that I have
spent a lifetime hating her nor does it matter that she took the one thing that
made me happiest in the world right out from under my nose. At the moment, I
could care less about all the horrible things she has said and done. Nothing, I
repeat nothing, she has done warranted her death. I begin to cry, sobbing
uncontrollably. I cry because however rotten she was, she is gone, and I never
got to say goodbye or to take back any of the things I have ever said to her.
“It’s a shame things had to end
like this.” I snap my head up and find my father leaning against the door
frame. His dark brown hair is a tousled mess. He is still wearing the charcoal
suit I last saw him in, minus the jacket and tie. His forehead is creased, and
his dark brown eyes, the exact same shade as mine, narrow. In one hand, he is
holding a large, white, terry cloth towel stained with blood. In the other is a
large butcher knife dripping blood. His lips quirk up into a sinister grin that
sends a chill down my spine. “You can’t really be sad, can you? Not after what
she did to you…to me…to us.”
His words linger in the air.
“Y-Y-You did this?” I ask
weakly.
He struts across the room
toward me, and I pull my mother closer, as if I can protect her from any
further harm. I glance up at him hovering over me, and my eyes flicker to the
knife in his hands. My father follows my gaze and smiles. He tosses the knife
onto their oversized poster bed and wipes his hands off with the towel before
tossing it onto the bed as well.
“Of course I did,” he sneers.
My father smiles, not showing one ounce of remorse for what he has done.
“Why? Why would you do this?”
“The bitch had it coming.” He
smiles again and sends another wave of chills down my spine. “I did it for us,
but more importantly, I did it for you, Elizabeth.” Then he lunges for me…
A book full of suspense and
great plot twists, that while it starts out slow was, really fabulous by the
end. I really loved the characters. I also enjoyed that the author had a great
grasp on plot, and the storylines and plots seemed so far apart but then came together
perfectly.
Reid pursues Liza, and he’s a
bit of a mystery. I really loved that he didn’t give up on Liza no matter what.
I definitely recommend this
story.
I received a copy for the purpose of review. I was not compensated for my review.
Brandy’s passion for writing
began long before she actually sat down to write. As a child, she has had an
obsession with reading, everything from the classic stories by Jane Austen to
YA Fiction by Richelle Mead. Finally, in 2012, she decided to create her own
stories for people to fall in love with. Brandy bounces back and forth writing
both Romance and Young Adult Fiction (which is mainly just for fun).
At the beginning of 2014,
Brandy signed a contract with publishing company Booktrope. She is very excited
about the next chapter of her life and cannot wait to share her books and
passion with readers.
When she isn’t writing, she can
be found chasing after her husband, her four children and her black lab,
Diesel. Or curled up on her favorite corner of the couch with her newest book.
Social Media Links:
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