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Mistaken Identity by M.C. Jackson

 

Title: Mistaken Identity

Author: M.C. Jackson

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Release Date: May 16, 2017

Blurb

 

The last time I saw my sister was the day before she

vanished from my life. I’ve spent the last five years searching for her,

clinging to the hope that one day I will find out what happened to her, but

every lead has ended up at a dead end.

Until now.

He took me because he thinks I’m Her.

 

My instinct is to run. I want to fight my way out of there,

but I can’t. This man is my only connection to my sister. I’ll do whatever it

takes to uncover the truth. Even if it means falling right into the arms of a

psychopath.

 

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Excerpt

Before my eyes even open, I know he’s watching me. I can

feel the weight of his stare. My heart plummets as any chance of this being a

dream disappears. Sure enough, as I roll over he comes into view, sitting in

the same spot he was before. I sit up, both embarrassed and curious at his

interest in watching me sleep.

“Thought you might be hungry,” he says, tossing a neatly

folded brown package on the bed. “It’s just a sandwich,” he adds, noting my

dubious expression.

As much as I want to throw it back in his face, my stomach

betrays me with a loud rumble. My face heats as I busy myself with opening the

thin layer of paper.

The bread is fresher than I expect and the aroma of ham

fills the air. I eat without coming up for air, partly due to being so damn

hungry and also because I have no idea when my next meal will be coming.

“Thanks,” I mutter, screwing the wrapper up into a tight

ball.

He hesitates and sits down next to me. My heart races at his

proximity and I shuffle over a few inches. He chuckles and rubs his jaw.

“You’re really taking this whole wide-eyed innocent act too

far,” he comments.

My mouth gapes. I have no idea how to respond to that. When

he reaches for my hand, I jump, and try to yank my arm away. His fingers close

around my wrist as he pulls me closer to him. I whimper. He’s so close I can

feel his warm breath on my neck.

“I’m sorry if I scared you earlier,” he says, his eyes

penetrating mine. I want to look away, but I can’t. “I’m just…you frustrate me

sometimes. I think you’re finally getting it and then you do something stupid

like this.”

“I don’t know who you are,” I whisper, shaking my head.

“Please, let me go. I wont tell anyone—”

“For fucks sake, Anna, will you quit this bullshit,” he

growls, pulling me to my feet. He steps backward, pushing his body against

mine, trapping me against the wall. Terrified, I try and push him back, but

he’s too strong. His six foot and well stacked frame easily overpowers me.

Suddenly, my blood runs cold. I gasp, struggling to breathe as his words repeat

in my head. One word. Anna. He called me Anna.

Oh god, oh god, oh god. It all makes sense now.

 

He thinks I’m her.

 

 

 

Author Bio

 

M.C. Jackson released her debut novel, Mistaken Identity, in

May 2017. When not writing, M.C. enjoys reading everything she can get her hands

on, spending time with friends and family, and cooking up crazy meals after

binge watching Masterchef.

Author:

Just a subbie, and an author who loves books, especially the kinky ones. I've been reading since I could hold a book and I have a voracious appetite for them. I have that dreaded disease, oneclickitis. I probably have at least 5500 books just on my Kindle alone.I am also a writer and I'm currently writing my first book, which is the first in a planned series.

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