Turn of Fate
Fate doesn't ask-it intervenes.
A tragic past. A haunting threat. A love worth risking everything for.When a serial killer sets his sights on her, Elly Evans must decide if she can trust the man who saved her life-or if love is just another danger waiting to strike.
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Four years after losing her husband in a tragic accident, Elly Evans has built high walls around her heart. Now co-founder of a thriving magazine, she's traded love for long hours and control-until the day a speeding car crashes through a caf window and shatters everything she thought was safe. Pulled from the wreckage by a stranger named Gerard, Elly can't decide if she's grateful or furious. He saved her life-but he's also awakened something she swore was gone forever.
What begins as irritation turns into curiosity when their paths keep crossing in the most unexpected places. Gerard is steady where she's chaotic, charming where she's guarded-and yet, there's a shadow behind his smile she can't quite place.
Then the news breaks: the driver who nearly killed her has escaped custody, and investigators believe the crash wasn't an accident at all. Someone wanted Elly dead.
With danger closing in, Gerard refuses to leave her side. Through late-night walks, whispered confessions, and moments that blur the line between safety and surrender, Elly feels herself falling-just as the world around her begins to unravel. When a kidnapping turns everything upside down, Elly must face her greatest fear: trusting someone again.
Turn of Fate is a gripping romantic thriller about love reborn through loss, the courage to let someone in, and the thin line between protection and obsession. Perfect for fans of Colleen Hoover's emotional intensity and Nora Roberts's thrilling romantic suspense.
When the past collides with the present, can love survive what fate has planned?
________ The squealing of tires outside the window catches my attention, and I glance up, excited about the potential inspiration. However, before my mind can even comprehend the situation, headlights engulf me. I bury my face in my arms and instinctively move away from the chair in an attempt to escape my inevitable fate. Shattering glass rings through my ears, and my body flies backwards. I brace myself, waiting for the pain to overwhelm my body.This is it, I'm done.
Whether I remained conscious during the entire fiasco or not is a mystery, but as the time passes by, my body, once numb from the initial shock, starts to regain feeling. Confused by my lack of agony, I peek through my right eye, preparing myself for the reality, but both my eyes fly open when I realize I am in the arms of a man.
His light tan skin, medium length jet-black hair, and defined jaw hover inches away from my face. The bridge of his nose indents slightly; relieving the tension of his other masculine feature. And as he opens his eyes, time decides to slow down, and I find myself staring into an electric blue color that isn't even on the color spectrum.
Whoa...
No Don't even thing about it.
"You jerk That hurt Get off me " I grunt as I push him away. I scramble to my feet and brush my hands over my clothes to dust off some of the debris.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want that car to hit you."
"I don't need a hero."
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