Today on the blog we have author Adele Huxley and her upcoming novel, Trust Falls.
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Trust Falls
By Adele Huxley
Psychological Romantic Thriller
Published : December 5, 2016
The games we play...
We like to test the strength of our relationships. Does he really love me? Is she faithful? Am I wasting my time? But some of these games don’t just test the limits of our bonds. Some games are a matter of life and death.
How well do you know your partner?
Captured and bound...
Kidnapped and held captive, the only thing that will guide Dani Marsh to safety is trust… a rare commodity in her world. Her life hinges on the way she navigates the games she is forced to play for her freedom but...
Who can she trust?
The fame-hungry, money-obsessed boyfriend who has recently shown a dark manipulative side? Or the gorgeous stranger she’s been locked up with for weeks? A man with a tortured past and scars she can so easily relate to...maybe a little too well.
Dani has one chance to escape but only if she’s sure of where her trust falls.
Trust Falls is a standalone thriller in the Tellure Hollow world. All Tellure Hollow novels are filled with action, suspense, romance, and the kind of endings that leave you satisfied!
Approx 81,000 words
BOOK LINK
AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N2HOTCG/
OTHER BOOKS IN SERIES:
Caught by the Blizzard – http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00PM4RREQ/
Saved by the Blizzard – http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00QKSJML4/
Devoted to the Blizzard - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00ZYYUGOC
Troubled (Trapped Prequel) - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B017X1LTFS/
Trapped with the Blizzard - https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0182Y5X5W/
EXCERPT
A single light illuminated the table between us. Miah fidgeted across from me, his hands free, not bound like mine. The dark room echoed with scary vastness, clearly bigger than the rooms in which I’d been held. The man tucked in the shadows spoke up, his shadow black, just that much darker than the surrounding wall I could see him move.
“Under each box is a ping pong ball, one white, one orange. You and only you can know the color under each box. You aren’t to show or otherwise indicate which ball is which. Your partner has an identical set.” He sounded almost bored, like he’d memorized these lines to rattle off without emotion.
I tore my eyes from the small white cardboard boxes carefully positioned before us. As I sought Miah’s gaze, I couldn’t help but fidget with the thick plastic restraints pinning my wrists together. He stared at the boxes as if waiting for them to attack. He opened his mouth to say something before clamping it shut. His shaggy hair hung in greasy clumps, beard longer than normal, but on the whole, he looked no worse for wear.
Not like me. Bruised, scraped, gaunt. My core felt hollowed out, the smallest of sparks left inside.
“Okay,” I frowned, glancing into the darkness.
“The rules are simple. Choose orange to save yourself, white to save the other person. If you both choose the white ball, you both live. If you both choose the orange ball, you die.”
My tongue felt sluggish inside the dry walls of my mouth. “And if I choose white and he chooses orange?” I asked the shadow.
Miah finally met my eye. I tried to read those icy blues and came up with only question marks. My boyfriend of a year, a man I’d let into my inner circle, and I couldn’t decipher a thing on his face. The reality of the situation sank like a lead ball in my gut and I struggled to remain calm. I fixed a poker face, trying to hide any outward sign that I was scared shitless. The reason I was in this situation was still a mystery, but whoever had organized this little game probably would’ve loved watching me dissolve.
Miah’s throat clicked before he spoke up, answering my question with a flat voice. “You die.”
The boxes sat motionless, concealing my fate. There was a beauty and simplicity in the game. I knew there was a trick lurking in there somewhere, but I had to buy enough time to think it through and plan.
“You have five minutes to decide. Feel free to discuss your decision,” the voice said from the corner. I could practically hear the pleasure dripping from his commands. The guy was getting his rocks off on this and I still had no idea why.
My eyebrows shot up. “Wait. We talk about this first? It’s not a one, two, three draw type thing?”
Miah leaned forward, stealing my attention. He pressed his hands flat on the table as he spoke. “There’s nothing to talk about. Obviously, I’m going to save you.”
My brain tripped on that word a few times like a record caught on a scratch. Obviously. Obviously. A few tense heartbeats passed before I couldn’t stand the silence any longer.
“If this is an elaborate way of proposing, I’ll give you one guess what my answer will be.”
“It’s a pretty obvious solution. We both choose white and we walk out of here, right?” He said it with such conviction, like he couldn’t imagine a scenario where I wouldn’t go along with that plan.
There was that word again. My throat creaked my discomfort and he looked up, brows wrinkling in horrified concern. “Right?”
I didn’t yet know what ball each box hid, but my hands hovered over them as if holding a great weight. “It’s not that simple,” I whispered, mostly to myself.
Miah slammed his elbows down on the table and gestured with both hands. “Yes it is. It is that simple.”
My vision swam with tears I dared not show. “And how do I know you won’t choose the orange ball?”
He considered the question. When he spoke next, his voice was low. “I suppose you don’t.” He lurched forward, the wooden chair clattering out from under him. “You have to trust me.”
“Trust…” I whispered as I stared at the boxes. That’s what this all comes down to. Do I trust my boyfriend?
AUTHOR BIO
A single light illuminated the table between us. Miah fidgeted across from me, his hands free, not bound like mine. The dark room echoed with scary vastness, clearly bigger than the rooms in which I’d been held. The man tucked in the shadows spoke up, his shadow black, just that much darker than the surrounding wall I could see him move.
“Under each box is a ping pong ball, one white, one orange. You and only you can know the color under each box. You aren’t to show or otherwise indicate which ball is which. Your partner has an identical set.” He sounded almost bored, like he’d memorized these lines to rattle off without emotion.
I tore my eyes from the small white cardboard boxes carefully positioned before us. As I sought Miah’s gaze, I couldn’t help but fidget with the thick plastic restraints pinning my wrists together. He stared at the boxes as if waiting for them to attack. He opened his mouth to say something before clamping it shut. His shaggy hair hung in greasy clumps, beard longer than normal, but on the whole, he looked no worse for wear.
Not like me. Bruised, scraped, gaunt. My core felt hollowed out, the smallest of sparks left inside.
“Okay,” I frowned, glancing into the darkness.
“The rules are simple. Choose orange to save yourself, white to save the other person. If you both choose the white ball, you both live. If you both choose the orange ball, you die.”
My tongue felt sluggish inside the dry walls of my mouth. “And if I choose white and he chooses orange?” I asked the shadow.
Miah finally met my eye. I tried to read those icy blues and came up with only question marks. My boyfriend of a year, a man I’d let into my inner circle, and I couldn’t decipher a thing on his face. The reality of the situation sank like a lead ball in my gut and I struggled to remain calm. I fixed a poker face, trying to hide any outward sign that I was scared shitless. The reason I was in this situation was still a mystery, but whoever had organized this little game probably would’ve loved watching me dissolve.
Miah’s throat clicked before he spoke up, answering my question with a flat voice. “You die.”
The boxes sat motionless, concealing my fate. There was a beauty and simplicity in the game. I knew there was a trick lurking in there somewhere, but I had to buy enough time to think it through and plan.
“You have five minutes to decide. Feel free to discuss your decision,” the voice said from the corner. I could practically hear the pleasure dripping from his commands. The guy was getting his rocks off on this and I still had no idea why.
My eyebrows shot up. “Wait. We talk about this first? It’s not a one, two, three draw type thing?”
Miah leaned forward, stealing my attention. He pressed his hands flat on the table as he spoke. “There’s nothing to talk about. Obviously, I’m going to save you.”
My brain tripped on that word a few times like a record caught on a scratch. Obviously. Obviously. A few tense heartbeats passed before I couldn’t stand the silence any longer.
“If this is an elaborate way of proposing, I’ll give you one guess what my answer will be.”
“It’s a pretty obvious solution. We both choose white and we walk out of here, right?” He said it with such conviction, like he couldn’t imagine a scenario where I wouldn’t go along with that plan.
There was that word again. My throat creaked my discomfort and he looked up, brows wrinkling in horrified concern. “Right?”
I didn’t yet know what ball each box hid, but my hands hovered over them as if holding a great weight. “It’s not that simple,” I whispered, mostly to myself.
Miah slammed his elbows down on the table and gestured with both hands. “Yes it is. It is that simple.”
My vision swam with tears I dared not show. “And how do I know you won’t choose the orange ball?”
He considered the question. When he spoke next, his voice was low. “I suppose you don’t.” He lurched forward, the wooden chair clattering out from under him. “You have to trust me.”
“Trust…” I whispered as I stared at the boxes. That’s what this all comes down to. Do I trust my boyfriend?
AUTHOR BIO
Adele Huxley is an author with many facets. She writes romance with unique, flawed characters and creates immersive settings. Some series are realistic and contemporary, others are suspenseful and action-packed, but all come with a storyline you can't walk away from. Her alter-ego T.S. Huxley loves to dabble in the steamier side of romance...
With a BA in creative writing, Adele has been writing her entire life. She loves to travel, has lived in several countries and states, and splits her time between the US and the UK.
AUTHOR LINKS
TWITTER: https://twitter.com/AdeleHuxley
FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/adelehuxleywrites
AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE: http://www.amazon.com/Adele-Huxley/e/B00LOK9KGK
GOODREADS AUTHOR PAGE: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8390396.Adele_Huxley
TWITTER: https://twitter.com/AdeleHuxley
FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/adelehuxleywrites
AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE: http://www.amazon.com/Adele-Huxley/e/B00LOK9KGK
GOODREADS AUTHOR PAGE: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8390396.Adele_Huxley
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