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My first book will be out on April 1, 2014. I wanted to share a sample. Please check it out. Thank ya'll!

Infatuated Sample

Kendra
My eyes open slowly. I want to scream but I can’t speak. Rainbow-colored lights flash overhead. Chaos moves all around me: people picking at my body, sticking me in my arm, and someone even puts some kind of tubing around my head, adjusting it under my nose. I try to lift my arms to snatch the tube off, but my arms feel like dead weight. I look at the overhead lights again. All I can think about is my husband, Rich. Damn, I love him. We’ve been married for five years, and I still get chills when I see him. Rich is cute as hell: six foot one, built like a football player, light brown skin, bow-legs, and the biggest hazel eyes I’ve ever seen. We would have been perfect together, only—
“SHE’S GOING INTO SHOCK!” a woman dressed in all white shouts.
She and another man lift me from a stretcher and place me on what feels like a hard table.
Shock? What the hell is that? All I know is I’m tired. More tired than I’ve ever been in my life. I can’t take in even one lungful of air and I don’t feel anything. My eyes feel like they’re turning into hard marbles.
Another man dressed in all white hovers over me.
“LET’S GET HER TO THE OPERATING ROOM, NOW!” he shouts.
I want to ask him what’s going on. Why is he shouting in my ear? And where is my daughter, Bree? Worried out of my mind, I try to sit up, but it feels like a sumo wrestler is on my chest. Everything starts moving in slow motion, then the world slowly begins to fade away.
About ten people push my bed down a long corridor. It feels like I’m being sucked down a drain. Lifting my head a little, I look at the wet red shirt I’m wearing. My memory comes rushing back. The shirt isn’t red—my upper body is covered with blood from the gunshot wound my husband inflicted on me.
My mind flashes back to a few months earlier, and the day my descent to Hell began…
 Infatuated