Title: Anonymous
Standalone
Author: L.P. Dover
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Cover Design: Regina Wamba
Cover Design: Regina Wamba
Release Date: April 23, 2018
Blurb
Every person has a story to tell. Some may be sweet with a
happily ever after, but there are others that end in tragedy. Mine has yet to
be finished. My name is Elizabeth Kingston and this is where my story begins.
I never thought my life could be so perfect. I have an
amazing job owning my own bakery, and a wonderful husband who I love and who
loves me back. Never once did I have to worry about anything, at least, not
until the texts started coming in. They always begin the same way … numbers
that spell my nickname when read upside down.
31773
It’s someone from my past, only they won’t to tell me who
they are, but that by talking to them, I’ll figure it out. It’s a game I refuse
to play. Unfortunately, I’m left with no choice when things begin to take a
dangerous turn. His name is Anonymous and there’s only one thing he wants … ME.
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Excerpt
It’s closing time and Vikki and I are busy cleaning, so we
can get home. My phone beeps with an incoming text and I look down at it and growl.
“You can’t be serious.” Staring back at me isn’t a text from Jake, but from
Anonymous. Even though I deleted and blocked the number ninety days ago, I
still recognize it.
Vikki moves closer, her eyes wide. “What’s going on?”
I show her the text.
Anonymous: 31773?
Brows furrowed, she sits back. “What does that mean?” I turn
my phone upside down, so she can see that the number spells out my name. Her
eyes widen. “Wow, that’s cool you can type your name with numbers.”
“But not so cool when I don’t know who the person is,” I
counter. “About three months ago, I got texts from this exact same person.
Whoever it is likes to play games. I’m sick of it and I want them to leave me
alone.” Taking a deep breath, I type out a reply.
Me: WHO IS THIS?
Anonymous: Why
all the yelling?
I roll my eyes. This is just ridiculous.
Me: I like using
all caps.
Anonymous: Don’t
stop on my account. So, what have you been up to? Been a while since we talked.
Me: Yeah, it’s
because I blocked the number.
Anonymous: Why?
Me: BECAUSE I
DON’T KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!!!!!!!
“What is he saying?” Vikki asks. I show her the texts and
her eyes widen. “So, you haven’t talked to him since you blocked the number?”
I think back to when I blocked it and if my calculations are
correct, the ninety days was up yesterday. “No, but he has perfect timing. My
ninety days ran up yesterday. I might need to run to the cell store and see if
they can block it permanently.”
My phone beeps again and a sharp pain settles in my gut. I
just want whoever it is to leave me alone.
Anonymous: That
hurts. You’ve always been friendly toward me.
Me: Obviously not
friendly enough, if you can’t tell me who you are. It’s weird and it makes me
uncomfortable. You need to leave me the hell alone. Don’t text, call, or try to
contact me in any way. I’m happily married, and I want it to stay that way.
GOODBYE!
Heart racing, I log into my cell phone account and before I
can block the number, another text comes through.
Anonymous: Sorry
31773 but that’s not going to happen.
The blood in my veins runs cold. Hands shaking, I block his
number and my phone drops onto the table. Vikki picks it up and reads the final
text, her face growing pale.
“I don’t think this person’s going away."
Author Bio
New York Times and USA Today bestselling
author L. P. Dover is a
southern belle living in North Carolina with her husband and two beautiful
girls. Before she began her literary journey she worked in periodontics,
enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries.
She loves to write,
but she also loves to play golf, go on mountain hikes and white water rafting,
and has a passion for singing. Her two youngest fans expect a concert each and
every night before bedtime, usually Christmas carols.
Dover has written
countless novels, including her Forever Fae series, the Second Chances series,
the Gloves Off series, the Armed & Dangerous series, the Royal Shifters
series, the Society X series, the Circle of Justice series, and her standalone
novels It Must’ve Been the Mistletoe and Love, Lies,
and Deception. Her favorite genre to read and write is romantic
suspense, but if she got to choose a setting in which to live, it would be with
her faeries in the Land of the Fae.
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