Carmen DeSousa

It is from them we obtain our fairy tales—and our nightmares. They are the reason we believe in superheroes—and monsters. Because … they exist. After years of searching for the mysterious stranger who saved her life, twenty-two-year-old Kristina is alone and desperate. Seeing no future in her worthless existence, she attempts to force her protector out of the shadows the only way she knows—killing herself. ~ Excerpt from the first Chapter ~  Kris drove her car onto the curb and climbed out onto the upper deck of the Tobin Bridge, the highest bridge in Massachusetts. “Are you going to let me do this?” she yelled into the darkness that engulfed her, wishing the sun would just come up already. “I’ve looked everywhere for you, and you refuse to show yourself.” Bitter March winds whipped at her hair and body, turning her pale skin into a checkerboard of red and white. She scrubbed at her arms with her hands to warm them. How stupid. If he

Five sensual and gripping suspense novels set in the South filled with love, betrayal, and obsession that will have you falling in love and wondering if you can trust anyone right up to the last page. The Southern Suspense Series starts with my first romantic-suspense bestseller,   She Belongs to Me , absolutely FREE! From there, all the stories have a slight connection to each other, so you can continue the journey and meet different protagonists with different issues and tragedies to overcome. Every story has a mystery, there’s always a gentle message, and above all, there’s always romance and suspense. For best enjoyment, read in this order: She Belongs to Me  ~ FREE! Split Decisions   ~ $3.99 Land of the Noonday Sun   ~ $3.99 Entangled Dreams   ~ 3.99 When Noonday Ends   ~ $3.99 Book Six ~ Spring 2014 Book Seven ~ Summer 2014 Read on for more information, reviews, and excerpts. After secrets and a mysterious background leave a wife’s life h

Like many kids, I come from a dysfunctional family. Unfortunately, my family is a tad bit more dysfunctional than other families. But since this is a Christmas story, I’ll save the tales of horror for Halloween. J I did have a ray of light in my life, though. I had wonderful grandparents and an Uncle and Aunt who were wonderful role models. Still, many years sitting at my cousins’ Christmases, made me long for the family I never had. So the weekend before Thanksgiving it wasn’t unusual for me to start feeling depressed. I was twenty-two, I’d been living on my own and dating the wrong men since I was seventeen, and my prospects weren’t looking good that I’d ever find my happily ever after. I’d prayed to God more nights than I could remember for Him to rescue me from the road I was travelling. And then, a funny thing happened. My roommate wanted me to go out partying on Saturday night. I’d refused repeatedly. I had a final on Monday, and if I didn’t pull my grade up,

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The Library (Where Life Checks Out) When Mark Waters decided to be a detective, he didn't plan to investigate ghosts. But as he sifts through evidence of a supposed suicide by train, he learns a murder that took place eighty years ago may directly affect his case. Six months after the strange occurrences at The Depot, there’s another murder. This time, The Library holds secrets of several murders, and the dead won’t rest until the murderer checks out too. If you haven't read The Depot , you can download it here free. If you have, please enjoy the first three chapters of The Library. ~ Prologue ~  Wade inserted the key into the deadbolt the same time he did every night. Only this time, the door glided open as though some unseen force had invited him inside. The house was quiet. Too quiet. Usually he’d hear the sound of the TV, a kitchen timer alerting that dinner was ready, or the constant boom from the stereo upstairs.