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Trio Of Discontent
Linda L. Lattimer
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The hills of Nevada prove dangerous for Monique and Colby when a former friend stops at nothing to seek revenge. But will Vincent’s plan succeed?

A tear fell from Monique’s eye. She couldn’t lose it, not now. “So when did you actually begin to change your mind?”

Vincent saw her grief. Felt her pain. “Why bother? You won’t believe me. To you I’m just the same ole Vincent. The dangerous man who broke your heart into millions of pieces. Know this for a truth, my love for you is genuine. Every time we were intimate, it meant something to me. It always has.” He slapped his chest. A tear formed in his eye and fell. “I mean that from the bottom of my heart. The reason for the marriage license was to make it all legal. You always wanted that. I wanted that.”

“Yet you did it without my consent.” Monique allowed her hand to cover her mouth. “How could you be so deceitful?”

“Hey, Henry, look here--got us some more smokes.”

“Quit smoking, huh? The tall tale grows bigger by the minute. Bet you lied about the dying part. Of course, it was all a fabrication. Tell me, should I see your nose start to grow any minute now, too?”

“I haven’t had one since I last spoke to you by phone. Why do you think I’ve been chewing gum like it’s going out of style? I lied. It’s not like I’ve never done it before. But I am a changed man now, honestly.”

“Then why is the pack open?”

“I took one out. Believe me, I considered having all of them, but Colby spoke to me. I found out with your love, and his support, that I didn’t need the nicotine.”

“But lying about the doctor.”

Vincent was really getting misty-eyed. He didn’t care who saw it. Mucus ran from his nose as he wiped his face. “I needed to get you out here. I figured if you thought I was dying you would come. I’m glad for that part, because I fell in love with you all over again. I can’t express that enough to you.”

“Another touching part in our little story, isn’t it, Wilbur? Do all mental cases act like this?” It was Henry asking as he wedged the gun a little deeper into Monique’s head.

“He’s not a mental case!” Monique yelled. “Shut up! I’ve heard enough from your lips.” She knew she had pushed the boundaries too far this time. Her whole body was growing extremely weak.

Wilbur got up from the floor and walked over to Henry. “Boy, for someone who looks like they are about to keel over, you still got some spunk in you. Henry, this is one mental case that ain’t snapping.” Wilbur stated.

“Wilbur, I don’t think you heard me. Vincent isn’t some loony person,” she said through clenched teeth.

Hugging the wall, Monique slowly drew to her feet. Henry kept the gun pointed directly toward her head.

“Would you get that gun off her?” Vincent urged.

“Keep quiet, you loony bird,” Henry snapped.

“I need to stand for a moment,” she lightly whispered.

She felt very lethargic. No matter what Vincent had done, she resented the fact that he was referred to as a mental case. She had studied information on the cycles of depressed people. That was one thing that you never did.

Jeff stood up near her. He noticed, with all the torture they had placed her through, she had grown considerably weaker. Vincent observed her eyes. They were glassy.

Monique caught a glimpse of Colby’s shadow outside the window. She eyed Vincent’s countenance. This wasn’t a put-on. He was really hurting. She gave him a quick wink only he could see. Her expression was one of calm, like just before a storm. One of concern and sensitivity. She had to finish playing their trump card out. So they wanted to call him a loony person, see him sweat. She would just have to oblige them.

“But then again, I could be wrong. Is that what you want? To see him snap? I can arrange that.” She was struggling with her breathing. “After all that man has put me through these last few days, I would love nothing more than to see him locked away in a padded cell.” She spit on the floor toward Vincent making it look authentic.

Linda Lattimer lives in southern Georgia, not to far from Ft. Benning. She has always had a passion for writing. Growing up, reading was a part of her life. It led her to composing some of her own stories. She enjoys traveling, especially visiting the West, particularly areas in southern and northern Arizona. Her frequent location to travel and stay has been at Raymond Gary State Park, in Ft. Towson, Oklahoma. The beauty of the lake is tranquil and allows her to do some fishing, while coming up with great stories ideas. Every place she visits, lends her great inspiration for her stories. She is glad to have another book with Wings e-Press to be published. An avid reader of just about anything, she also reviews books. In her spare time, she likes to go fishing in the Chattahoochee River. They have good size catfish; just have to watch out for the alligators.

This is her fifth book with Wings, and she is absolutely delighted. She loves when readers drop in at her website and send her an email: Lynda1L@yahoo.com, or LyndaLLattimer@aol.com http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/OurAuthors/LindaLLattimer/AboutMe.html or visit her at myspace, www.myspace.com/lindallattimer

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ISBN: 1597059544
ISBN(13-digit): 9781597059541
Copyright: 2008
Book Publisher: Wings ePress
Binding: Perfect
No. of Pages: 254
Paper Weight (lb): 10.8

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