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at the top of the
porch steps, one for number 51 and one for number 52 – John’s address was
52, and the screen door was shut, but the heavier front door behind it was
open. Through the screen I could
see a set of stairs that led up to a landing with another door at the top of
it.
Noah rang the doorbell, then walked inside and up the stairs without waiting for an answer.
“Noah! You can’t just walk into someone’s house!”
But he didn’t reply.
There was a strange odor coming from the top of
the stairs, something metallic mixed with the smell of Chinese food and stale
cigarette smoke.
The door at the top of the stairs was open and
through it I could see a tiny kitchen with dingy linoleum counters and a
circular wooden kitchen table with only one chair. The table was covered with papers.
The sound of a TV came from somewhere deep in
the apartment.
“John?” Noah demanded, knocking on the open
door before striding into the apartment. “John, are you home?”
He shook his head and looked around at the seemingly
empty space.
“Asshole isn’t even here,” he said. “He was fucking with you, Charlotte.”
“No.” I shook my head. There was
no way John would have done something like that, especially not with the look
I’d seen on his face, the way he was talking about Mikayla. “He must have just run out for a
minute.”
Suddenly, a frantic scratching noise came from
a door off the kitchen.
Noah moved toward it and turned the knob.
A orange
tabby cat came running out, giving me a meow before rubbing against my legs.
“Fuck,” Noah swore, as he looked into the
bedroom. He rushed through the door
and I followed him.
I stopped in the doorway, bile rising in my
throat as I took in the scene before me.
John lay on the bed,
naked on a dirty mattress, porn magazines spread out before him.
There was a plastic bag wrapped around his
neck, each end tied with sticks.
His face was red, his eyes bulging grotesquely from
his head.
“Jesus,” Noah said, shredding the plastic bag
quickly with his hands in order to remove it.
He put his fingers on the side of John’s neck,
his other hand already tipping John’s head back, ready to begin CPR.
But a few seconds later, Noah’s shoulders
tensed and he let go of John’s wrist.
He looked at me.
But I knew what he was going to say before he
said it.
“He’s dead.”
END OF BOOK SEVENTEEN –
LOOK FOR BOOK EIGHTEEN, COMING SOON
In the meantime, please turn
the page to enjoy the first three books of Hannah Ford’s OBSESSED WITH HIM
series, included here as bonus books.
***
Some
promises are meant to be broken…
Twenty-year-old Olivia Reilly has promised herself to one man and one man only
– her best friend and soulmate , Declan Keene.
And she’s kept that promise, through countless foster homes and moves across
state. She’s never even kissed a man – all because of a vow she made to Declan years ago. There’s only one problem. She doesn’t know
where Declan is.
Enter
Colt Cannon. When Olivia starts working for the sexy and dangerous bad boy, she
asks him to help her find Declan. Surely someone with Colt’s money and power
will be able to track him down. Colt agrees, but he also demands something of
Olivia in return. Something dark, sexual, and dangerous that will test her will
and push her self-control to its limits.
But
as Olivia’s about to find out, sometimes the pleasure is worth the pain. And
some promises are just begging to be broken…
OBSESSED
WITH HIM
(OBSESSED WITH HIM, BOOK ONE)
By Hannah Ford
Copyright 2015, Hannah Ford, all rights
reserved. This book is a work of
fiction, and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is entirely
coincidental.
***
Taking my clothes off in front of strangers
suddenly seemed like a horrible idea. I imagined the men waiting for me in there, their hands roaming my body,
running over my breasts, my
porch steps, one for number 51 and one for number 52 – John’s address was
52, and the screen door was shut, but the heavier front door behind it was
open. Through the screen I could
see a set of stairs that led up to a landing with another door at the top of
it.
Noah rang the doorbell, then walked inside and up the stairs without waiting for an answer.
“Noah! You can’t just walk into someone’s house!”
But he didn’t reply.
There was a strange odor coming from the top of
the stairs, something metallic mixed with the smell of Chinese food and stale
cigarette smoke.
The door at the top of the stairs was open and
through it I could see a tiny kitchen with dingy linoleum counters and a
circular wooden kitchen table with only one chair. The table was covered with papers.
The sound of a TV came from somewhere deep in
the apartment.
“John?” Noah demanded, knocking on the open
door before striding into the apartment. “John, are you home?”
He shook his head and looked around at the seemingly
empty space.
“Asshole isn’t even here,” he said. “He was fucking with you, Charlotte.”
“No.” I shook my head. There was
no way John would have done something like that, especially not with the look
I’d seen on his face, the way he was talking about Mikayla. “He must have just run out for a
minute.”
Suddenly, a frantic scratching noise came from
a door off the kitchen.
Noah moved toward it and turned the knob.
A orange
tabby cat came running out, giving me a meow before rubbing against my legs.
“Fuck,” Noah swore, as he looked into the
bedroom. He rushed through the door
and I followed him.
I stopped in the doorway, bile rising in my
throat as I took in the scene before me.
John lay on the bed,
naked on a dirty mattress, porn magazines spread out before him.
There was a plastic bag wrapped around his
neck, each end tied with sticks.
His face was red, his eyes bulging grotesquely from
his head.
“Jesus,” Noah said, shredding the plastic bag
quickly with his hands in order to remove it.
He put his fingers on the side of John’s neck,
his other hand already tipping John’s head back, ready to begin CPR.
But a few seconds later, Noah’s shoulders
tensed and he let go of John’s wrist.
He looked at me.
But I knew what he was going to say before he
said it.
“He’s dead.”
END OF BOOK SEVENTEEN –
LOOK FOR BOOK EIGHTEEN, COMING SOON
In the meantime, please turn
the page to enjoy the first three books of Hannah Ford’s OBSESSED WITH HIM
series, included here as bonus books.
***
Some
promises are meant to be broken…
Twenty-year-old Olivia Reilly has promised herself to one man and one man only
– her best friend and soulmate , Declan Keene.
And she’s kept that promise, through countless foster homes and moves across
state. She’s never even kissed a man – all because of a vow she made to Declan years ago. There’s only one problem. She doesn’t know
where Declan is.
Enter
Colt Cannon. When Olivia starts working for the sexy and dangerous bad boy, she
asks him to help her find Declan. Surely someone with Colt’s money and power
will be able to track him down. Colt agrees, but he also demands something of
Olivia in return. Something dark, sexual, and dangerous that will test her will
and push her self-control to its limits.
But
as Olivia’s about to find out, sometimes the pleasure is worth the pain. And
some promises are just begging to be broken…
OBSESSED
WITH HIM
(OBSESSED WITH HIM, BOOK ONE)
By Hannah Ford
Copyright 2015, Hannah Ford, all rights
reserved. This book is a work of
fiction, and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is entirely
coincidental.
***
Taking my clothes off in front of strangers
suddenly seemed like a horrible idea. I imagined the men waiting for me in there, their hands roaming my body,
running over my breasts, my
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