Becoming Invisible is the third book in a New Adult Series about finding unexpected love and a woman’s fight for survival.Passion. ..Obsession. ..Love…Loss. When fire consumes the Carlisle’s home and an obsessed serial killer continues to hunt Nicole and her family, Dylan and Bradley realize the only way to keep them alive is to help them become… invisible.
The light peeking through the curtain of the tiny cabin squeezed through the cracks of Dylan’s eyes. Morning. He tried to roll over onto his side and realized his hand was caught. He yawned, trying to dislodge it and became conscious that both hands were trapped.
What the hell! His hands, they were tied to the bed. He glanced down. His naked body was fuckin’ tied to the bed! Nicole. Nicole was gone. Shit. What the hell happened?
He struggled to break free of the binding, but it tightened as he wrestled with it, cutting off the circulation in his hands. Where the hell is she? Steve captured her. Oh my god! He has her! How the hell did he sleep through it?
Dylan scanned the room for signs of blood, signs of a struggle. She was gone. Steve captured Nicole! He yanked, tugging at the binding. His wallet? His wallet rested open on the dresser in front of him. What the fuck is going on? His eyes drifted to the floor. His clothes were gone. All of them. There was no sign Nicole had even been there. Was he drugged? Why didn’t he wake up?
He thrust his body to the side, trying to break the binding again, throwing his shoulder out of its socket. Ahh. Pain shot through him. He gritted his teeth. He had to find Nicole. He had to save Nicole! Despite the pain, he tried again, propelling his body over. Ouch. He eased back, trying to force his shoulder back into its socket with his body weight.
He must have been drugged. What time is it? He looked over at the digital clock, Six am. What time did we go to sleep?
Dammit! The stabbing pain in his shoulder intensified with every movement. Snap. His face contorted as the shoulder finally jammed back in place.
A shadow passed by the window. Too big to be Nicole. The figure hovered by the door, taunting him. He’s back. He tugged. He pulled. I have got to get up.
The person fidgeted with the doorknob. Someone was trying to come in. He heaved his arm forward again and fractured the wood on the bed frame. He jerked his arm forward again. He had to break free. He had to break free.
I couldn’t help it. I stared at him in partial disbelief. What did he see in me? What did this beautiful Roman God see in me? My hand brushed against his and his fingers played with mine, lacing our hands together, as he ran his thumb over skin.
He gazed down at me. Butterflies danced inside me, but it made no sense. I had made love to him only hours before, but still his touch, his gentle, non-sexual touch, excited me and a chill prickled my spine.
“Where is everyone?” Dylan glanced at his cell. “I can’t wait to tell them the news.” He bubbled with enthusiasm. God, he was so adorable. The light cast a shadow on his muscular physique, still apparent in his tight shirt even though his jacket hid much of it. He truly looked like he belonged in an art museum. Only the work of a master could have chiseled every line so perfectly. His sculpted cheek bones revealed his smile as his powerful torso pulled me near.
He towered over me, so strong and intimidating, but so full of playfulness.
He fidgeted, looking around the kitchen. He had to look natural. How could he pretend that he wasn’t sitting around all morning holding his breath, waiting for that door to open and her to emerge?
“Good morning.” She entered the kitchen. She stretched. The oversized t-shirt he let her borrow lifted, revealing a little more of her thigh.
He needed to stay focused. She was Dylan’s girl. She was Dylan’s girl. “So you decided to rise from the dead?”
“Maybe. I’m not sure I’m completely alive yet, but nothing a cup of coffee can’t cure.” She jumped up on the counter, letting her legs dangle off of it.
He walked over to the coffee pot and poured her a cup, shoveling sugar in it and adding just enough milk to make it a rich caramel color. He walked over to the front of her. Her hair was tossed around and her face was bare of make-up. So fresh. So kissable. He handed her the cup.
Her hands cradled it. “Mmm, so warm.” She brought the cup to her face, breathing in the scent and then took a sip. “Oh my God, Bradley, this is perfect.”
“Yeah, I have to make it extra strong so you can still taste the coffee with all that stuff you smother it with. So when I drink it black, I almost have a heart attack.”
“Come here.” She clutched his shirt, pulling him closer. “Close your eyes.” He felt the cup touch his lips and she lifted it so the warm sweetness filled his mouth. It was good. Oh my God, it was delicious. Sinful like. He opened his eyes.
“Perfection, right?” She raised her eyebrows.
He brought his hands up and covered hers, bringing the cup back to his lips to get another sip. “This is good.” He stole the cup from her hands.
“Hey, that’s my coffee.”
“Not anymore.” He stepped back with the mug in his hand.
“Get your own.” She jumped off the counter. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so her breasts bounced as she hit the floor. What the hell was she trying to do to him?
He took another sip. “Oh my God, this is like heaven.”
“Bradley, it’s mine.” She rushed over to him and he lifted the cup out of her reach. She raised her arm and tried to grab it, but she couldn’t. She jumped up, trying to steal the cup. “You are so mean!” Her body slightly rubbed against his as she fought him for the coffee. His heart began to beat faster. She smelled so good. He laughed at her failed attempts.
Then all of a sudden, she rushed to the sink and picked up a glass, filling it with water. Before he knew what was going on, she threw it in his face. “Holy shit!” He stumbled back, stunned.
“This is war.” She grabbed the black hose connected to the counter and turned the cold water on full blast.
“Nikki, what the hell are you doing?” he pleaded as she squirted him. “That’s freezing!” He put his hand out blocking the spray of water, and put the coffee cup on the counter.
She dropped the hose and ran for the cup. Picking it up, she rushed into the living room, tracking the water through the house.
“You’re crazy.” He shut off the water and ran after her.
“Don’t mess with my coffee.” She grinned, savoring her sip, as she stood protected on the other side of the couch. He lunged left and she lunged right, and as he rushed around the couch, she climbed over the top and ran to a chair in the dining room, jumping up on it.
“Now who’s too short?” She lifted the cup out of his reach. Most of the coffee had spilled out, but it was the principle of the thing.
“You forget - I’m stronger than you.” He picked her up by her legs. They were covered in goose bumps. She grabbed onto his hair, laughing hysterically as he carried her back into the kitchen.
“Stop. I’m sorry. You can have it.”
“It’s too late now. You’re in for it.” He set her down in the kitchen next to the sink and pinned her against the cabinet. Grabbing the hose, he turned the water on full blast and held the hose directly over her head.
“That’s freezing! Oh my God, Bradley. Ahh. Oh my God. That is cold!” She reached for the hose but it was too high. She squirmed to get unpinned, but he had trapped her. She reached over and shut off the water. As he reached to turn it on, she grabbed at the hose, they wrestled, and he slipped and fell onto the wet floor. She placed her bare foot on his chest, lifting her arms like a heavy weight champion. He tried not to look at the wet t- shirt clinging to her body or the beautiful thigh that pinned him down. She pulled out the hose gun and aimed it at him. “Do you give up?”
“I do. You win. You crazy woman. You win!”
“Don’t mess with my coffee.” She reached down to help him up.
He had a good mind to pull her down in the puddles and roll over on top of her. God he wanted her. Feisty woman!
As he stood, he looked around the kitchen. “Look what you’ve done.”
“Me? You were the one who stole my coffee. That’s the last time I’m sharing with you.”
When Tiffany Carmouché is not writing romance novels, you can find her sculpting, traveling, teaching, singing, dancing, escaping in music or enjoying her family. From skydiving in Alaska to scuba diving in Hawaii, Carmouché has traveled the world seeking adventure. These include riding camels in Africa, swimming under the stars in Puerto Rico, dancing salsa in Ecuador, and walking the cobblestone roads of Assisi, Italy. She has also found fulfillment working with the disabled and orphans in Argentina and Mexico. Her most cherished moments, however, have been watching her two beautiful daughters grow and strive to accomplish their own dreams. Despite all of these amazing experiences, she has survived many struggles. There was a time she felt defeated, but now she is recommitted to savoring experiences both in the novels she writes and in the life she lives each day. Her secret hope is that anyone who is struggling will realize there is a light at the end of the tunnel and no matter how hard the fight, no matter how many times they have been knocked down, it is always worth staggering up to their feet and learning to breathe again.
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BOOK ONE THE IMPOSTER
The Impostor, A Love Story, is the first novel in a Suspenseful Romantic Trilogy about unexpected love and a woman’s fight for survival. It is a story of growth, acceptance and having the perseverance to begin again. Nicole, a young single mother, escapes from an abusive ex-boyfriend and the broken dreams of becoming an artist and she travels to a place she knows little about.Nicole’s scared of getting hurt again, but Dylan’s chiseled body, charm, and chocolate brown eyes captivate her and she fall in love. In Alaska, she discovers the power of friendship and true love and begins to let down her guard. But her security is a façade.Soon Nicole’s innocent beauty, taunts a sinister man, and she is caught in a web of deception and danger. Someone evil is stalking her. Someone she had trusted. Will she be saved? Or will she be hunted?
Wow - what an amazing job Tiffany has done. There wasn't a moment that I wasn't engaged with the characters or the plot. The build up of mystery and tension in this suspenseful romantic novel is superbly done. I found myself constantly holding my breath and nervously listening for creaks in the house. There were some beautifully crafted romantic moments that had me swooning for Dylan, and several moments when I shed a tear. Stunning! The novel flowed very well, effectively creating a good balance of suspense, character interaction and the lovely romance. The ending. Oh my! Tiffany, what an ending you have created. I have no idea what to expect for book two, Obsession and Sacrifice, other than I can not wait to read it. And no doubt it will be as wonderful as The Impostor.
Becky Johnson, Bex and Books.
Obsession and Sacrifice is the second book in a romantic trilogy about unexpected love and a woman's fight for survival.
When Nichole wakes up in the hospital room from a coma, she has no memory of who she is or how she got there. Only the scars on her body reveal some horrific event took place and she is lucky to be alive…alive…but could she still be in danger?
Her only hope to rediscover her past and avoid a killer's obsession lies in the hands of two men: sexy Dylan, her boyfriend, who used to captivate her and now prays she will remember how much they cared for one another, and Bradley, her charming best friend, who has secretly loved her all along. She feels safe around both men, but to her, they are strangers. Nicole must decide who to trust, not only with her heart, but with her life.
They are rivals--both men want to win her love. But they are allies as well. The two vow to give her a second chance at life and both will sacrifice everything to make sure she survives.
Excellent! - Obsession & Sacrifice is here & it did not disappoint! The second of the trilogy gives you a tiny re-cap of the last chapter from the ‘The Impostor’ & sets the atmosphere ready for the roller-coaster of a read that awaits you! Once again the authors’ descriptive writing connects you right at the heart of the outstanding romance, intrigue, suspense & action. Yet again, Tiffany has written another book that I just couldn’t put down. There are so many different aspects to this book & the author has succeeded in making every chapter progress & flow at an exhilarating pace. Overall it’s a 10/10 from me & I’m here pacing the floor again, ready for the next book.