Til Death Do Us Part…
After a long winter of waiting for the ice the thaw on Silver Creek Lake, the body of Tyger Benedict’s husband, District Attorney Spencer Benedict, II finally surfaces. Six months prior, a pregnant Tyger dragged her husband’s body across the back yard and rolled him into his watery grave. As his body surfaces, the question on everyone’s mind is; who killed Spencer Benedict. At the top of the suspect list is Tyger’s long-time lover, Ace Del’ Toro. Faced with losing her freedom and her eight-year-old daughter, Tyger will let nothing stop her from protecting the real killer, including committing murder.
The Not So Distant Stranger…
In love since they were fourteen, with Spencer out of the way, it looks like Tyger and Ace will finally be together, but is love enough to hold the high school sweethearts together. Hell bent on pinning Spencer’s murder on Ace, Aiden Arias an overzealous detective from Ace’s past will stop at nothing to destroy him including seducing Tyger. While doing everything possible to protect her husband’s killer and cover the tracks that lead to Spencer’s murder, Tyger uncovers a deadly secret that tore a rift between her estranged sisters, Piper and Bella. As this secret begins to unfold, Tyger is forced to make a decision that will surely tear her family apart. In the midst of trying to keep her family together and hold on to Ace, will Tyger escape the aftermath unscathed or will she be the next unfortunate victim?
Inside the Book (Chapter 1)
Dragging her bare feet across the yard making indentations in the freshly fallen snow, Tyger’s toes grew numb. Struggling to reach the servant’s entrance in the back of the house, the frigid winter breeze briskly swept across the lake stealing her breath. The weight of her unborn child pressed against her pelvis weighing her down, Tyger’s breathing became labored. No longer able to feel the baby moving inside her, her heart raced with regret. Stopping to catch her breath, Tyger squatted with her rear end raised and knees bent. With her face almost touching the ground, she leaned down and saw fresh traces of scarlet making spatter patterns in the snow. Tyger reached between her legs and felt the warm blood dripping from her body. Almost blinding her, fresh snow continued to fall clinging to her eyelids forming tiny ice sickles. Treading through the snow squeezing her eyes tight and gritting her teeth, Tyger prayed that she could make it back to the house without passing out in a bed of snow.
Finally, approaching the entrance to the house, Tyger stopped on the steps, looked over her shoulder and scanned the back yard. In an instant, everything was covered in a fresh blanket of snow. There were no traces that she’d ever been to the lake dragging her husband Spencer’s dead body behind her.
Entering the house, Tyger stood in the laundry room and stripped down to nothing. She found a washcloth in the hamper and held it between her legs to absorb the flow. She reached in the dryer and grabbed a clean pair of underwear and the gown that she’d washed earlier. The pain was so intense that she could not lift her arms or legs to change into dry clothes. Tyger desperately wanted to scream, but she didn’t want to wake her daughter Nina. She grabbed another washcloth, balled it up and placed it in her mouth. Biting down on the cloth, she tightened her eyes and screamed.
After dressing herself Tyger slowly made her way into the kitchen. Creeping through the house trying not to stumble, sweat poured from her face and flashes of fire rolled through her body. Holding on to the walls Unable to stand, her legs grew heavy and her knees buckled sending her tumbling to the floor. Hitting the floor like a ton of bricks, a sharp piercing pain cut through her spine like a piece of jagged glass. The impact was so intense that she bit her bottom lip. Lying on her back blood began to pour from the corners of her mouth. Trying not to drown in her own blood, Tyger coughed vigorously. With each cough, her belly burned like fire. She could still feel her flesh stinging from the hard kick that her Spencer had landed on her backside earlier in the evening.
At last count, Tyger’s contractions were coming every seven minutes. She clenched her teeth and tried not to scream again. All she could do was lie on the floor staring at the ceiling praying that somehow she would make her way to the phone to call the paramedics.
Finally, Tyger raised one leg and pushed herself backward on the heels of her feet over to the telephone. Tyger reached her hand up and yanked the phone from the table. Landing on her chest, Tyger gripped the receiver tightly in her hand and dialed 911. A calm voice answered,
“911 what’s the nature of your call.”
“Please help me, I’m pregnant, I slipped and fell. I’m in labor…my contractions are now five minutes apart…I’m bleeding and I can’t move!”
“Ok, ma’am, calm down can you tell me your name!”
“My name is Tyger Benedict…my address is 5629 Lakewood Hills Drive…I live in Lakewood Hills Estates…Please…I think I’m losing my baby…please help me!”
“Ok, ma’am we’re dispatching someone there right away…Mrs. Benedict are you alone. Is there anyone there with you?”
“Yes, I have a ten-year-old daughter Nina, she’s asleep …Just please send someone now!”
Too Be Continued...
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