Beauty (A Midsummer Suspense Tale)

 

 

Beauty

 

A Midsummer Suspense Tale

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Asha King

www.AshaKing.com

 

 

She doesn’t know the danger coming for her
...

 

Awkward wild child Bryar Rosings was raised in the country by her aunts, isolated from the world at large. Her birth family remains a mystery to her, secrets kept hidden away to prevent a dangerous foe from locating her. Still she longs for a life outside of Midsummer and finally plans to make her big getaway just as soon as she has the money saved up. It’s not like there’s anything else keeping her there.

 

In running away from his life, he finds what he least expected
...

 

Troubled pop star Sean Philip Sawyer needs a break from life as much as from his career. A quiet town like Midsummer, outside the usual vacation season, seems like the perfect place to forget his past and ignore his future. A chance encounter at a late night beach party, however, turns up the one thing he never thought he’d find: a woman who doesn’t recognize him. Bryar arouses and fascinates him in turn, stirring hope for a future without fame.

 

But a chance video going viral kicks into motion a decades’ old grudge that threatens not only their love but their lives. As a mysterious, powerful criminal known as The Dragon rises, Bryar’s dark past could spell their end unless Sawyer can save them both
.

 

 

 

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Beauty: A Midsummer Suspense Tale

Copyright © 2015 by Asha King

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Edited by Adrienne Jones

Cover Art © 2015 by Asha King

 

 

First Edition January 2015

 

 

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Dedication

 

 

For my editor, Adrienne, who wanted Bryar’s story.

 

 

Once Upon a Time

 

 

The dank tunnels seemed to stretch on endlessly in either direction.

Stefan moved swiftly, the beam of the flashlight in hand bobbing from side to side. Steps shuffled behind him that paused periodically followed by a sharp breath in before continuing on again. He didn’t look back, keeping his focus ahead and knowing his wife was in just as much of a rush to reach their destination as he was.

The tunnels would be a maze if he didn’t know them so well, hadn’t spent so much time as a boy running through them with his cousins, spying on his father and uncle, learning all the bends and turns. He used that knowledge now, navigating the area more on muscle memory than conscious thought.

He was confident they’d stay ahead of their pursuers.

They had to.

Around another corner that looked like all the others except for a chipped brick here, an exposed beam there, all the little quirks that told him where he was going. It wasn’t much farther now. There were more false ends than exits from the tunnels, enough to confuse anyone behind them.

The musky, dank underground scent soon faded under the salty smell of the sea. They weren’t quite there yet but the way the ground sloped and the subtle change in the air told him they would be soon—this part of the tunnel ran along the water, just several feet of brick separating them from the sea.

Lights not from Stefan’s flashlight shifted in the distance, giving the open archway ahead a glow. He didn’t slow, didn’t worry—in the unlikely event that anyone after them had found this entrance, they wouldn’t be using light there to announce their presence. Moments later, he and his wife were face to face with his sisters.

Donna was several years older than Stefan, and she stood in front of Lora, shoulders squared and chin lifted. Though she didn’t smile, didn’t look anything but serious, there was no worry in her eyes. Donna was practical and careful, the one person he’d trust with something so precious to him. She didn’t panic. She was calm and methodical.

She’d keep his daughter safe.

Lora hung back, holding the flashlight, glancing repeatedly behind her. He doubted they would’ve been followed either—Donna was too careful.

Stefan stopped and lowered his flashlight. His wife Angelina stopped beside him and he chanced a glance at her. Even in the low light, her eyes were rimmed in red and shone with tears. She was scared, yes, but it was more the weight of what they were here to do and the pain of it than the fear. His arm slid over her shoulder and she leaned into him, letting out an exhausted breath. Her arms stayed wrapped around the bundle she’d been carrying, their toddler daughter still sleeping. How she’d slept through all that, he didn’t know, but she hadn’t made a sound.

“The boat’s ready,” Donna said in a low voice. “Merry will call if she sees anyone but we’re tucked out of sight.”

“Even if they knew about the tunnels, they wouldn’t know where to look,” Stefan said. “There are miles of them here.” He slipped the heavy duffle bag off of his shoulder and handed it to her. “Clothes, supplies. Twenty thousand in cash to get you started. If you need more—”

“I won’t dare contact you for it,” Donna said simply, shouldering the bag immediately. “We’ll be fine. I’m not risking asking for help.”

He nodded, agreeing with her even if he was somewhat disappointed. He wanted contact with them, wanted to know that everything was okay. But that would be a risk, as she said. One they couldn’t dare afford.

Angelina sniffled but didn’t openly cry as all eyes fell to her. Lora stepped forward, a sad but reassuring smile on her face. She said nothing, though—there was nothing
to
say. They were giving up their daughter to his sisters and might never see her again. Best case scenario, it would be years.

Worst case scenario, he and his wife would be long dead by the time Talia grew up.

Stefan leaned forward and kissed their daughter’s forehead. She stirred, blinked a few times and yawned, then settled against her mother’s chest again. This time Angelina let out a loud sob and hugged Talia close, whispering inaudible words against her dark hair.

“If there’s ever a time that’s safe,” Stefan began.

“We’ll find
you
,” Donna said. “We’ll watch for news. If someone ever takes down The Dragon, we’ll know it’s time and track you down.”

He nodded. He still wasn’t sure they’d last that long, but for the sake of his wife—and his child—he’d try. If they ever found Talia...he shuddered at the thought.

An eye for an eye
, The Dragon had whispered that last time.
A child for a child.

Revenge was an ugly thing and it was coming for them.

At last Angelina dislodged Talia from her embrace and handed her to Lora, immediately twisting to fall back in Stefan’s arms.

“It’ll all work out,” Lora promised as she took a few steps back.

Donna simply nodded, saying nothing—likely knowing nothing needed to be said.

And Stefan’s heart broke as he watched them rush off with his daughter. Talia’s eyes opened again, looking over her aunt’s shoulder at them, her chubby arms suddenly flailing as she seemed to realize her parents were nearly out of sight. She shrieked and fought as she was pulled out of sight, and Angelina cried harder against him.

One day. One day it would be safe again and they’d see little Talia Bryar once more.

He had to believe it.

 

 

Chapter One

 

 

On the list of things Bryar Rosings hated about small town life, the lack of job opportunities was pretty high on the list.

Normally the list consisted of “Nothing to do” and “No one to talk to” and “Oh God I’m SO BORED” and then she would abandon the list, turn on some music, and daydream until she could slip out and look for a party at night. But seeking out employment had brought out a whole other frustrating angle about small town life.

She needed to get out.

But first, she needed a job.

And that was definitely a problem.

The day was warm for late fall as she trekked along the sidewalk on Main Street, the treads of her shoes slapping the pavement. Beat-up sneakers probably weren’t the best attire for job-seeking, but she’d walked to town from the cottage where she lived in the country, and no way was she doing that in heels. Her only other option was combat boots and that seemed way worse than sneakers.

Not like anyone will hire me anyway
. She frowned down at the stack of resumes in hand and suppressed a sigh. Little job experience. Good schooling, sure, if you ignored the places she’d been kicked out of. The aunts had homeschooled her until she was twelve, then tried her at a private school, then public school. At last it was the Catholic school that seemed to hold her for a while. Until she stole a van and was expelled two weeks before prom.

She left that part off of her resume, at least.

The intervening years had brought a failed stint at the community college art program and nothing else but odd jobs for her aunts and neighbors. Bryar could
do
just about anything if someone explained it to her, but that didn’t translate so well on a piece of paper that was supposed to focus on her actual experience.

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