Title: Darkness Falls
Series: Darkness Series #3
Author: J.L. Drake
Genre: Dark Romance
More than a year after her ordeal, Emily McPhee finally feels safe…
Emily’s psychological scars are healing. Things are great between her and Orange Police Department Officer Seth Connors, and her biggest problem is the X-rated Halloween decorations her best friend Pete has placed all around her house.
If only it would stay that way…
Seth senses something isn’t right, but he doesn’t know where the danger is coming from…or why. He’s sure Emily’s neighbor, Travis McKay, is hiding something, and the man pays way too much attention to Emily.
To make things even more complicated, a new female officer appears to have her sights set on Seth, and fellow officer Alexander Avery has some sort of connection to a mysterious brothel employee. Seth has a feeling all these odd things are somehow connected—but he knows he’s missing a huge piece of the puzzle.
Pull at a thread and everything unravels.
Emily’s mother shows up with a surprise and a dirty plan to force her to sell the family home…and Seth’s father is proven to be the deceitful monster he always believed him to be. Lasko’s tainted past and twisted family ties turn out to be more complex than they ever imagined.
Every lie has a consequence, and Seth and Emily need the truth.
In order to escape with their lives and their love intact, they must answer one critical question…
Who is the real target in this deadly game?
EMILY
I wove through the crosses and spider webs, past the coffins and Dracula, and hit my porch, thinking this would be the last year I gave Pete free rein of my house when I wasn’t home. That man was obsessed with decorating, no matter what holiday. He convinced me to let him do Halloween with no limits, since last year we didn’t even celebrate due to the fact we had just closed the case on Lasko. It was those damn eyes of his; they got me every time.
I stuck my key in the lock and smiled when I saw he’d set up two pumpkin men on my porch swing. Then I saw it. “Oh my God, Pete!” I gasped, removing one of their hands off the other’s private parts. I did a quick scan and saw all of the decorations were involved in some kind of rude act. “I’m going to kill him!” I hurried over to the orgy of witches, removed Dracula’s blow-up doll, and snatched the Grim Reaper from the moaning ghost. I quickly texted Pete, but rolled my eyes when I saw he’d once again changed his name in my phone.
Emily: You’re so dead!
Sensuous Pete: What? My theme was a haunted brothel.
Emily: Travis has nephews!
Sensuous Pete: Who do you think helped?
Poor Travis. I glanced at his house, seeing he was home. Maybe I should go speak to him.
Sensuous Pete: You have to admit, Michael Myers is funny!
I quickly scanned my property, trees, balcony, and roof, then I saw him over in the shadows being bent over and smacked on the ass with a paddle by a drawn-on blow-up doll. Wow, he left nothing to the imagination with his drawings. I jammed the doll into the trash can, not letting on that I could hear her deflating. I’d laugh at the irony of it, but I was too damn embarrassed.
Emily: I hate you.
Sensuous Pete: I love you too, love.
I wove through the crosses and spider webs, past the coffins and Dracula, and hit my porch, thinking this would be the last year I gave Pete free rein of my house when I wasn’t home. That man was obsessed with decorating, no matter what holiday. He convinced me to let him do Halloween with no limits, since last year we didn’t even celebrate due to the fact we had just closed the case on Lasko. It was those damn eyes of his; they got me every time.
I stuck my key in the lock and smiled when I saw he’d set up two pumpkin men on my porch swing. Then I saw it. “Oh my God, Pete!” I gasped, removing one of their hands off the other’s private parts. I did a quick scan and saw all of the decorations were involved in some kind of rude act. “I’m going to kill him!” I hurried over to the orgy of witches, removed Dracula’s blow-up doll, and snatched the Grim Reaper from the moaning ghost. I quickly texted Pete, but rolled my eyes when I saw he’d once again changed his name in my phone.
Emily: You’re so dead!
Sensuous Pete: What? My theme was a haunted brothel.
Emily: Travis has nephews!
Sensuous Pete: Who do you think helped?
Poor Travis. I glanced at his house, seeing he was home. Maybe I should go speak to him.
Sensuous Pete: You have to admit, Michael Myers is funny!
I quickly scanned my property, trees, balcony, and roof, then I saw him over in the shadows being bent over and smacked on the ass with a paddle by a drawn-on blow-up doll. Wow, he left nothing to the imagination with his drawings. I jammed the doll into the trash can, not letting on that I could hear her deflating. I’d laugh at the irony of it, but I was too damn embarrassed.
Emily: I hate you.
Sensuous Pete: I love you too, love.
J. L. Drake was born and raised in Nova Scotia, Canada, later moving to Southern California where she lives with her husband and two children.
When she's not writing she loves to spend time with her family, travelling or just enjoying a night at home. One thing you might notice in her books is her love for the four seasons. Growing up on the east coast of Canada the change in the seasons is in her blood and is often mentioned in her writing.
An avid reader of James Patterson, J.L. Drake has often found herself inspired by his many stories of mystery and intrigue.
She hopes you will enjoy her stories as much as she has enjoyed writing them.
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