search for a friend draws her into a world darker than she could have imagined.
Sara Adams awakes blind, unable to remember the most basic
details of her life, but her darkness seems a blessing when she discovers the
terrors of The Light.
Stella Montgomery investigates the news on the mean streets
of Detroit, where she’s noticed a disturbing trend: young women are vanishing.
When her best friend disappears, Stella investigates—despite warnings from her
police detective boyfriend—following a twisted trail that leads her through the
city’s most dangerous and forsaken precincts. There she uncovers something more
sinister than she could have imagined: a shadowy organization known as The
Light, led by the enigmatic Father Gabriel.
As Sara struggles to understand her place in the strange
world she’s awakened to—an oppressive cult demanding unquestioning
obedience—and her feelings for Jacob, the husband she can’t recall and whose
harsh and tender attentions confuse and beguile her, Stella risks all to
discover the truth. But enlightenment always comes with a price...
Published through Thomas and Mercer and scheduled to be
released June 14, 2016
drifted to that night after service, the hunger in Jacob's touch and the way
his lips had claimed my body. Just the memories made me tingle. Lying back on
the bed, I held my side and sighed. If only he weren’t so worried about my
Courtesy of the
truck ride yesterday, the injury was more aggravated then it had been. I’d
tried hiding it. Shaking my head, I wondered if it was possible to hide
anything from him. According to Elizabeth it wasn’t allowed. The way I saw it,
I wasn’t lying. I was withholding information for the benefit of both of us. By
the way his breathing became labored and his body hardened that night at the
clinic, I wasn’t the only one who wanted to make love.
It seemed as if
it didn’t matter if I told Jacob what I was thinking or not; he knew. Somehow he
always seemed to know, sometimes even before I did. Maybe it was because we’d
been together so long.
If only I could
remember how long.
The sound of the
rising garage door pulled me from my carnal thoughts, and I covered my cheeks.
With a giggle I hoped they weren’t as flushed as they felt. If they were, he
would know what I’d been thinking . . . I shook my head. I didn’t want that
conversation. Exhaling, I willed the pink away.
When I heard the
garage door lowering, I stood and made my way toward the stairs. Wearing the
boot on my right foot made walking with my cast much easier. As I approached
the landing, I took a deep breath and visualized the stairs. Since I’d counted
them multiple times, I knew there were fifteen steps. I might not have my
sight, but I was trying to be as self-sufficient as possible. I made it only to
the second step from the top when I heard his voice.
down,” I called, taking one step at a time, cautious not to go too fast.
Even before I
reached the bottom step, I knew he was there. When we went to service, I’d
realized why I associated him with the scent of leather; it was his coat. When
he wasn’t wearing it, just the right amount of aroma lingered around him. When
he wore it, as now, the leather scent was overpowering. That, plus the sound of
his boots walking and stopping on the wood floor, prompted me to stop on the
fourteenth step. If I went one more, I was afraid I’d run into him.
“Sara.” His voice
came from very close.
banister, I tilted my face toward his. Smiling and hoping my cheeks had
returned to their normal color, I replied, “Yes?”
“Did you hear the
garage door go up?”
“And what did you
think that meant?”
“I assumed it
meant you were here.”
“So you knew I
was home and yet you chose to not greet me?”
What the hell?
“Answer me,” he
demanded, his tone now too calm. “Why weren’t you waiting for me at the door?”
The thoughts I’d
entertained upstairs evaporated. I knew this tone. I not only recognized it,
but with everything in me, I wanted to avoid it. My heartbeat quickened and my
mouth dried like the Sahara. “I was on my—”
rebuked, “On your way is not there, waiting as you’re supposed to be. When I
return, I expect to find you waiting for me, greeting your husband.”
The bubble of
apprehension that had waned and waxed in my chest since I awoke nearly three
weeks earlier began to grow. “At the door . . . wh . . . I’m sorry . . . I
didn’t know . . . you didn’t tell me to—”
He grasped my
arm, the harsh movement a stark contrast to the eerie calmness of his voice.
“Do tell, Sara, are you blaming me for your forgetfulness?”
What the hell is his problem?
“I’m sorry,” I
pleaded. “I’m not blaming . . . I didn’t remember. If you told me . . . from
now on, I’ll do it.”
“Must I remind
you of everything?”
“I’m trying to
remember; I am. I’ll be there from now on, at the door, when you come home.”
“Perhaps you need
My body sagged
and my knees weakened. The bubble within me grew and popped, filling my nervous
system with dread. “No. I don’t need a reminder. I’ll remember from now on.
Please give me another chance.” If it hadn’t been for his iron grip on my
forearm, I might have fallen to the step where I stood.
If I had, I
wasn’t sure if it would have been because of the sudden dizziness his tone
induced, the bout of trembling, or that it would’ve enabled me to beg. It
wasn’t something I was proud of considering, but to avoid his belt, at that
moment, I was willing.
“Sara, go to the
pleas, I nodded. When he released my arm, I stepped down and down again. Around
the steps, past the closet, I found the door between the living quarters and
He was right behind me, his voice still eerily calm. “You may stand or kneel;
the choice has always been yours.”
I swallowed the
vile bile bubbling from my stomach. In that moment I couldn’t for the life of
me fathom that merely minutes ago I had been having pleasant thoughts about
this man. I also couldn’t imagine kneeling.
Who does that?
I brought my feet
together, straightened my neck, and said, “I’ll stand, thank you.”
He reached for my
chin and lowered it.
“This is where
you are to be when I arrive, and if you choose to stand, your head will be
Aleatha Romig is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling
author who lives in Indiana. She grew up in Mishawaka, graduated from Indiana
University, and is currently living south of Indianapolis. Aleatha has raised
three children with her high school sweetheart and husband of nearly thirty
years. Before she became a full-time author, she worked days as a dental
hygienist and spent her nights writing. Now, when she's not imagining
mind-blowing twists and turns, she likes to spend her time a with her family
and friends. Her other pastimes include reading and creating heroes/anti-heroes
who haunt your dreams!
Aleatha released her first novel, CONSEQUENCES, in August of
2011. CONSEQUENCES became a bestselling series with five novels and two
companions released from 2011 through 2015. The compelling and epic story of
Anthony and Claire Rawlings has graced more than half a million e-readers.
Aleatha released the first of her series TALES FROM THE DARK SIDE, INSIDIOUS,
in the fall of 2014. These stand alone thrillers continue Aleatha's twisted
style with an increase in heat.
In the fall of 2015, Aleatha moved head first into the world
of dark romance with the release of BETRAYAL, the first of her five novel
INFIDELITY series. She also began her traditional publishing career with Thomas
and Mercer. Her books INTO THE LIGHT and AWAY FROM THE DARK will be published through
this mystery/thriller publisher in 2016.
Aleatha is a "Published Author's Network" member
of the Romance Writers of America and represented by Danielle Egan-Miller of
Browne & Miller Literary Associates.