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"Dark and Stormy is a wonderfully written debut novel by J. Mercer. The intricate story lulled me in, like watching a lazy river transition to raging waters, and I found myself completely engaged with these relatable yet complex characters. The mounting tension throughout the book culminated in a jaw-dropping ending that left me wanting more.”– M.M. Silva, author of Two out of Three and The Stairwell.
“J. Mercer weaves a masterful tale with nail-biting suspense and unexpected twists that will leave you spellbound.” – Angie Stanton, bestselling author of Waking in Time.
Faryn Miller wants to build a new life in a small town. It's her last chance to figure out, of all the roles she's played in her thirty-some years, which one truly fits. Her aim at simplicity sounds like the perfect medicine until she meets Kai Allen, who’s spent his life doing everything the hard way and never bending for anyone. Lucky for Kai, Faryn has no preconceived notions about what he’s done and who he is, unlike the rest of town.
When cryptic messages start sneaking their way into Faryn’s apartment, then blatant threats, the two of them compile a long list of who could be stalking her. Unable to keep his frustration and rage hidden any longer, Kai explodes on everyone in his path, and Faryn can't help but wonder if the storm is closer than she thinks.
A PEEK INSIDE:
Kai sank his hands deep in the snow until his flesh burned, hoping the cold would freeze out the fire seething inside. He sank his hands until they were hidden beneath the white, until it seemed he’d lost them altogether. This was no surprise, as he’d lost everything when he’d lost her.
The voice beside him, reading him his rights, came in and out on the icy breeze, but Kai didn’t hear the words. What he heard was the echo behind them of what his life should have been.
He should’ve had Faryn.
He should’ve had a house and a family. He’d been so close, so close to finally considering himself a good human being, and respected. But a house, a family, respect, of these things would happen for him now, innocent or not. The truth didn’t matter at this point, whether he’d done it. What mattered was the policeman pulling him away from her, away from her grave.
What mattered was the blood on his hands.