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Josephine Benson thought love was just a four letter word until she met Maxwell Strauss. The handsome, sexy and successful Max has swept Joie off her feet, and though Joie is cautious of her relationship with him, she allows herself to fall in love.
Suddenly Joie starts receiving phone calls, emails, and pictures threatening her relationship with Max. Unwilling to succumb to her stalkers threats, Joie attempts to take matters into her own hands, which adds fuel to the fire and puts her life in jeopardy. Can Joie unravel the mystery surrounding her before it’s too late? Will the support of family and friends, and the love of Max, be enough to help her survive? Take a journey inside the mind of a woman falling in love, tormented by her past, and fearful of her own future.
I was doing it again to myself. I couldn’t concentrate all day at work. I called George and Max just to say hi, but told them I was working on something important and would have to talk to them another time. Every hour I tried to regain my focus, however, the pages of my journal kept flashing in my mind. I knew what I had to do. I needed to start from the beginning and read every single page. I had to know if I had been oblivious for so many years. I always thought I was cautious, I thought my paranoid side would have prevented me from being so blindsided. Could this have been going on for so many years?
I finished early and left around 4:00 p.m. I realized as I was leaving that I hadn’t spoken much to anyone at work.
I got home and jumped into the shower. I put on my robe, went to the kitchen and made some tea. I sat on my bed and started to read my journals. I laughed and cried as I read the pages of my life. So many things had happened that I’d forgotten. People have always asked me why I kept a journal, this was why. Remembrance of days gone by, the good and the bad. Everything that made me who I am today. Aside from what I’d found yesterday, nothing else seemed to jump out at me until I read an entry from four years ago.
Today I got the strangest email at work. It said he is not right for you. The email address is Red1234 and it’s an AOL address. When I looked it up tonight it is no longer in use. I called George and Hannah to see if they were messing with me, but they said they weren’t. Strange, was this one of Charlie’s friends trying to warn me that he’s no good? Ha Ha, it doesn’t matter anyway, I don’t see much of a future for us. It’s only been two weeks and already he is annoying me.
The email was from Red1234. I kept reading. The web server at my company had changed two weeks later. I had written that I was pissed because I had to give all my clients my new email address. I scanned another few months, there wasn’t another mention of an email from Red1234. I had completely forgotten about that. Red1234 emailed me four years ago--now Blue was emailing me. I knew I wasn’t being paranoid anymore. Whoever was messing with me now had been doing so for years. I could feel the tears well up in my eyes. Why hadn’t I seen it? What good was it being paranoid if you didn’t put two and two together? Whoever it was, they were pretty slick. They’d spaced everything apart so well that it would almost be impossible to realize it was the same person.
My stomach turned, and I felt like I was going to be sick. I ran into the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. I started to hyperventilate. I wasn’t really sure what to do, I turned to open the window opposite the shower and stuck my head outside into the night air. I thought the fresh air might help calm my breathing. Slowly, I felt normal again. I went back into the bedroom and laid on my bed. I inhaled and exhaled deeply. What the hell was wrong with me? I took more deep breaths and felt myself become calmer. Suddenly, the phone rang. I sat up and looked at the caller ID--it said out of area again. Something inside me snapped. I picked up the phone and threw it against the wall. I was losing my mind. I stood over the bed staring at my journals. I bent over and ran my arm across the bed letting the journals fly in every direction. I began to cry again. I fell onto the bed and buried my head in my pillow. I sobbed for a good half-hour and exhausted myself to sleep.
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AUTHOR'S BIO: Ever since she picked up her first Nancy Drew book, Jenn Nixon knew that mystery-suspense and a bit of romance made up the perfect novel. When she started to write a short story to give her co-workers something to do on a slow day, she found the story getting longer and longer. Through her friends and families encouragement (and pestering for more chapters) Jenn finished the story, and realized it was a novel. First time novelist Jenn Nixon grew up and still resides in New Jersey and is currently working on her second novel.
Book Publisher: Wings e Press
No. of Pages: 432
Paper Weight (lb): 17.9
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