Series: The Deep Duet #1
Authors: M. Malone & Nana Malone
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 8, 2018
I am the ghost that haunts your dreams. I am a liar, a protector...a killer...I am death.
You think you know my story, but you have no idea. My death was just the beginning.
Iâm a dead man.
In the years since I escaped the shadow organization that owned me, my vow to protect my family is the only thing that kept me alive.
Until I meet her.
Too bad I need the monster to protect her from the demons of her past.
Too bad sheâs not that innocent.
Cliffhanger Warning: I know you want the whole story right now. But that's not how things went down. And I think you know by now when it comes to ORUS, things don't always go according to f*cking plan.
(The Deep Duet unfolds over the course of two books. Deep will be followed by Deeper, releasing on January 29th)
Ovary up, bitch. This is the plan.
If she wanted her plan to work, it was going to require sacrifice, which meant getting this car down the fucking ravine and then climbing down herself. Time to put on her big-girl thong.
She gathered up her long blond hair and secured it with a ponytail holder. Time to get to work. She only had a couple of hours. Sheâd been following Rafe DeMarco every Tuesday for months. This was the path heâd take. It was too late for another plan. Besides sheâs been setting this up for months.
She had selected the perfect spot for this. Right before the guardrail began. As an added bonus, there was a path she could use to initially climb down and a rock outcropping she could stand on to wait for him.
Sheâd scattered broken glass to make it look like an accident. Once the car was in neutral, she jogged around to the trunk and started to push.
Her ribs throbbed. That asshole in krav maga class had forgotten they were training and had gotten in a brutal hit. Sheâd have bruises for days. But it wasnât like she could wait to heal up.
Even as the sweat popped on her brow and her body screamed, inch by inch she pushed until she finally started to get some momentum. And then managed to get car right up to the edge. With one more deep breath, she rolled the car over the edge.
The crash, boom, thud sounds echoed all through the ravine as the car tumbled front-over-end down the jagged edges of rocks. A quick glance at her watch told her she needed to haul ass. DeMarco was likely turning on to the road by now, so she didnât have time to waste.
It was a stupid thing, but she felt a pang of hurt looking at the shiny blue paint sheâd picked out, all crumpled and cracked. That was the first car sheâd ever bought for herself.
Sheâd never had her own car before. Her father had preferred for her to be chauffeured, and her brothers had felt the same way. So sheâd been excited to pick out a car on her own. And look at it nowâ¦ a martyr for the cause.
âYour sacrifice will not be for nothing, young Toyota.â
The back of the car was now completely smashed and bent, so it looked like the car had skidded off the road and plunged down the embankment. She shivered. Under her coat, she only wore a thin dress, one that clung to her curves. But it was part of the plan, so sheâd pushed past the mortification. It would all be worth it soon.
She clasped her forehead, rubbing at the stress ball of tension that had settled behind her eyes. Now or never.
The entire scene had been meticulously planned. With a deep breath, she scooted around the guardrail and held her breath as she started down the nearly nonexistent trail. Sand and razor-sharp rocks were more than happy to mingle with her toes and cut up her feet, but she kept moving.
The son of a bitch had better take the bait. He will. This whole plan banked on Rafe DeMarco being a decent enough human being to care about someone else potentially being hurt. Either that or curious enough to stop and see what the hell was going on.
The glass was hard to ignore. As were the random clothes sheâd strewn about. She just prayed some other stray motorist didnât decide to be a Good Samaritan. But this was an access road, rarely ever traveled.
She shoved aside the lingering feelings of doubt and concern and guilt. This man had taken everything away from her, deliberately and systematically. She was going to return the favor. And she was going to get her life back. It didnât matter how long it took.
She shivered again when she remembered his dark eyes peering at her from behind the mask. Heâd just killed her father. Two bullets in the skull. Cold. Efficient. His lips had been set in a firm, grim line.
Sheâd gasped from her hiding place, the fear and the shock and despair leaking through her body like a chemical spill. She still remembered the sound of his voice as he muttered a single word. âFuck.â When heâd pulled aside the curtain, sheâd been so sure he was going to kill her too. Positive he was going to murder her like heâd done her father. But he hadnât. Heâd let her live.
That was his first mistake.
Maybe heâd assumed sheâd be so traumatized by the situation that she wouldnât remember. Maybe he thought sheâd be grateful he hadnât killed her. Maybe he thought sheâd forget his face, his voice, the way he made her feel.
Bad luck for him. She remembered that day in startling clarity. The day heâd turned her family upside down. Come to think of it, she needed to have a slogan for when she saw him again. Like in The Princess Bride.
âMy name is Diana Vandergraff. You killed my father. Prepare to die.â She wasnât the villain here, so she wasnât going to have some long, drawn-out bragging speech. But he would know. Sheâd make sure he understood the series of events that had led to his world crumbling.
She wanted him to know.
Releasing January 29, 2018
NYT & USA Today bestselling author M. Malone lives in the Washington, DC metro area with her husband and their two sons. She holds a master's degree in Business from a prestigious college that would no doubt be scandalized by how she's using her expensive education.
Independently published, she has sold more than 1/2 million ebooks in her two series, THE ALEXANDERS and BLUE-COLLAR BILLIONAIRES. Since starting her indie journey in 2011 with the runaway bestselling novella "Teasing Trent," her work has appeared on the New York Times and USA Today bestseller lists more than a dozen times.
She's now a full-time writer and spends 99.8% of her time in her pajamas.
USA Today bestselling author Nana Malone's love of all things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense novel she "borrowed" from her cousin.
It was a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana, and Nana was a precocious thirteen. She's been in love with kick-butt heroines ever since. With her overactive imagination constantly channeling her inner Buffy, it was only a matter a time before she started creating her own characters.
While she waits for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin, Nana works out her drama, passion and sass with fictional characters every bit as brazen and kick-butt as she thinks she is.