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Monday, April 27, 2015

PICTURE PERFECT TRAUMA


APRIL FOCUS ON PICTURE PERFECT LEGACY, 
BOOK #1 OF THE HALO LEGACY 
ROMANTIC MYSTERY SERIES
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***EXCERPT FROM PICTURE PERFECT LEGACY 
copyright Genie Gabriel***

Staring at Collin, Marly waited for him to correct his statement. The expression on his face settled like a death knell in her belly. She turned to Tallie, waiting for her to laugh and offer reassurances…"Mom?" 

However, Tallie simply stared back, the expression in her eyes as shocked as Marly's. 

"You mean I'm not..." Devastation flooded through Marly's soul. She stared a moment longer at the woman she had called Mother all her life, then turned and fled. The door creaked mournfully behind her, a split-second before the blustery March wind snatched it closed with a thump of finality. 

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"Where's Marly?" Dawson turned to the brothers and quickly explained there had been a report of a beast-like creature in the area. While Grady stayed with Tallie, Dawson, Collin and Jeremiah spread out to search the property surrounding the house. With the instructions to follow a path running behind the barn, then take the right fork and listen for the water, Dawson set out in search of Marly. The whispers of twilight followed him as he hurried down the path, easily picking up the imprint of Marly's footprints in the muddy ground. More disturbing were the larger, jagged tracks that seemed to be following Marly…

"Marly, get down!" 

She twisted toward the shouted warning. Dawson ran toward her, his face lined with grim determination, his gun pointed at-- 

Marly turned to look behind her. 

A shadow, tall and jagged, loomed among the spiky masts of the fir trees. As adrenaline spurted through her body, Marly rolled off the boulder and landed in a crouch behind it, sheltered from the figure in the woods. 

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