When a Whisper Leads to…Death

What if you couldn’t get away from a ghost haunting you, reminding you how horrible you are? What if you are terrorized every day, unable to get away from the being who follows your every move? Is the demon real or a product of disease? That’s the very question I have for you in Staged Whispers, already on pre-order and ready to hit shelves on March 2nd. Three men have lives that they enjoy, savoring a business as well as sharing nights of passion. Each man has a secret they harbor, but one can’t get away from the torture he endured.

This one has been a long time coming and a huge thank you to Naughty Nights Press for their work in promoting and editing. I also wanted to bring your attention to their e-book store, where you can download all the popular formats and they wonderful aspect blakc and whiteis, the authors receive a little bit more of the pie. Take a peek at what they have to offer and you might find the perfect Saturday read.

STAGED WHISPERS

SYNOPSIS

When secrets and tragedy threaten to destroy three lives, will the friends and lovers learn to face their personal demons or succumb to the horror of tragedy?

Cole Dumont, Dylan Wyler and Brandon Foster were old chums who decided just out of college to open Forever Green Lawn. Their business catering to the wealthiest families in Fort Lauderdale, their pristine reputation afforded them every indulgence. Unable to disclose their gay lifestyle, they sequestered their dark desires, sharing passion as well as their lives. Terrified to admit their needs, they all hid behind a mask. The reasons were too damning to admit – at least for one of the men.

When a horrifying accident nearly claimed Dylan’s life, Cole and Brandon were given a last request, one they were unable to refuse. As Dylan’s mysterious past finally became known, a series of mysteries dragged them all into a private hell. The truth was far too damning.

EXCERPT

Chapter One 

No matter where you run or how you try to get away from me, you never will. One day you will learn what you did to me, what you forced me into. One day you’ll suffer as I have, and then you’ll understand what it means to be damned. Just like you should be. You’re the monster… You’re the murderer… If you’re a smart man you’ll do the world some damn good. Fucking kill yourself.

Opening his eyes slowly, Dylan Wyler remained unmoving, fear racing through him. He was no longer certain whether or not what he was hearing was real or scattered whispers sophisticated kissfrom one of the same nightmares he’d been having for the past few months. Why had the horrid visions come back? He’d been asking the question over and over again, and there were no real answers. There was nothing traumatic going on in his life, yet he was unable to sleep for fear of seeing him. Him. The thought alone made Dylan cringe. He was losing his mind. He had to be. The nauseating headache wasn’t helping. Every time he had one of his vivid nightmares, he was left terrified, his head nearly splitting in two.

He realized he was soaked in his own sweat – another regular occurrence. Certain he wasn’t going to be able to go back to sleep, he threw back the covers and studied the ceiling for a few minutes. Finally crawling out of bed, he padded toward the set of French doors and glared at the illuminated sky. Maybe the full moon had something to do with his wretched dream. Snorting, he opened the door and inhaled the wafting night scents as he walked out onto the deck. Nothing in nature could have this kind of effect on him.

As he walked down the set of stairs, he thought about the ugly words. Monster. Murderer. Perhaps he was indeed nothing more than a terrible person, a monster deserving some form of punishment. Dylan stood by the pool, honing in on the way the moonlight shimmered off the water, and reflected on his life. He had everything he’d ever wanted, from an incredible home, a fabulous company he was part owner of, and two men in his life who shared everything with him, including being lovers. By all rights he should be one ecstatic man. Instead, he was miserable.

Dylan turned to look at the darkened house before stripping off his damp clothes and tossing them across a chair. Maybe a dip into the pool would soothe his aching body, help his frazzled mind. Slipping into the cool water, he managed to swim a few laps before surfacing at the other end of the pool. His heart was racing and the headache was making his eyes water. Dylan closed his eyes and laid his head on his arms, praying to God for some kind of relief from the pain in his head and the ache in his heart.

A few seconds later he heard a splash and smiled, instinct telling him who’d slipped into the water. The moment a hand brushed across his neck and down his spine, Dylan exhaled. He knew instantly which man from the house was touching him. “Cole.”

Cole Dumont leaned over, kissing Dylan’s shoulder as he wrapped one arm around STAGED WHISPERSDylan’s waist, pulling him back against his chest. “I thought I heard someone outside splashing around.”

“You’re a terrible liar,” Dylan whispered, taking comfort in the large man’s arms. There was something special he shared with the sexy black man, more than he did with their other housemate Brandon. For some reason Dylan simply felt safe around Cole. They remained quiet for a few minutes and tension eased from Dylan’s body.

“Another nightmare?” Cole turned Dylan around slowly. He cupped the side of Dylan’s face, his thumb sliding back and forth across Dylan’s mouth.

“It’s okay. I just couldn’t sleep.”

“Now who’s the liar?”

I so hope you’ve enjoyed and don’t forget to reserve your copy

Kisses   xxx

Cassandre

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About Cassandre Dayne

Cassandre Dayne is the pseudo for the best selling author of romantic suspense and thrillers
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