Passionate Deceptions - Revelations Part 1 & 2: Passionate Deceptions, #1

By Laila Cole

When one lie ended another began.

With her marriage to DEA Agent Steven Davenport splitting at the seams, Jennifer Davenport will do anything to save it. But no matter how hard she tries it isn't meant to be fixed. One night, under the influence of alcohol her marriage takes an abusive turn. One from which it isn't meant to survive.

With her mind reeling her friend Susan coaxes her to a hotel bar where Jennifer catches the eye of Damien Hernandez, a businessman with dark and deadly secrets. As their lives collide in the heat of romantic passion Jennifer is thrust into a world of danger as Damien's secret life takes her for a ride she'll never forget. And that she may not survive.

Will she survive the passion that rages between them? Or will his secrets destroy her?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Supernova Erotica
• Release date: Jul 2, 2015
• ISBN: 9781513038735

Laila Cole

Hello everyone! I am an author who loves strong, dominant men, and if they happen to be rich or ride in a motorcycle club, well, that's just an added bonus! My stories are filled with suspense, intense situations, twists, and turns. One year ago I left the suck of the finance industry to pursue my dream and my passion, which is turning my fantasies and dreams into novels. There are more stories bouncing around my head than I could tell in a lifetime, though I'm certainly going to try to tell them all! As an added bonus. All of my stories exist in the same universe...so don't be surprised to see a cameo here and there. Don't forget to sign up for my mailing list for updates on new releases. Laila Cole Mailing List:http://eepurl.com/bqLWpf [e-mail] xoxo

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Passionate Deceptions - Revelations

A Suspenseful Romance

By

Laila Cole

Mailing List: http://eepurl.com/bqLWpf

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Copyright 2015 by Laila Cole

All Rights Reserved

ISBN: 978-1514812341

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses or establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

Ultimately love is everything.

M. Scott Peck

Table Of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 1 – Jennifer

Miss? Miss? Can you hear me?

I opened my eyes slowly to find that the world was a blur, the sounds surrounding me like I was caught at the end of a tunnel and listening to echoes. An ache the size of Texas blistered across my forehead. I squinted to try and make sense out of where I was and made out the contours of two men standing above me.

Miss, can you hear me?

I said nothing because I couldn’t.

I need you to blink if you can hear me.

I blinked once; I didn’t have enough energy to do it twice.

Very good. My name is James Winters, and my partner is Jeffrey Smith. We are EMT’s. You’ve been in a car accident and we’re taking you to the hospital. Please blink if you understand me.

I blinked once more, and with that my blurred world began to shift as they pushed me on a stretcher, the wheels of it scraping along the black asphalt below. He thrust me into an ambulance and slid my stretcher into the bay.

I tried to speak again. Wh-wh-where is he? I muttered under my breath.

Mam, please stay quiet and let us help you. You’ve sustained a head injury. We’ve got your neck and body stabilized. I need you to relax and let me work.

Jeff slammed the ambulance doors shut. James grabbed my right arm and put a large bore IV into my vein. These are just fluids to keep you hydrated, for now. The coolness of the liquid rushed through me. I hated needles. The sounds around me began to normalize and my vision sharpened as I came back to the land of the living. The whaling sounds of the ambulance blocked out everything else as we sped off down the freeway, every thump of the wheels against the road perceptible.

As I relaxed I began to panic. The man I was with. Where is he? I said, struggling to talk.

Miss, you need to relax. We’re almost to the hospital.

I begged them. The thought of his fate causing me more panic than my own. Tell me. Is he ok?

Mam, I need you to keep quiet until the medical team has evaluated you. We don’t have the information you’re seeking.

I shut my mouth and tried to replay the last few hours in my mind. I couldn’t remember anything about a car accident, but I remembered Damien’s face, his smile, and my aching need for him. Damien! I cried out. But this time no one responded, not even a comforting word from the EMT’s.

The sirens stopped crying right after I did. The EMT pushed the ambulance door open to reveal a team of doctors waiting for me at the hospital’s intake. James pulled me out the ambulance and stabilized my stretcher. He gave a rundown to the doctor on my suspected injuries and helped wheel me into the hospital as an entire medical team began to evaluate me for injuries. They pressed my body, felt my bones and inspected my flesh. I’d of felt violated if I hadn’t just dodged death.

A doctor approached me. Hey there, how’re you doing?

I-I’m ok, I said, holding me head as it continued to ache.

Do you have some pain in your head? he said.

I nodded. A little.

I’d be surprised if you didn’t. My name is Dr. Joseph and I will be assisting you today. I want you to follow this light with your eyes, ok?

Ok, I said.

He ran a penlight left and right across my eyes and I was able to track it. Very good. Can you tell me your name?

Jennifer Davenport.

Very good, Jennifer. Do you remember what happened to you?

Not really. Kind of. The memories of the accident slowly started to fill my mind as I imagined Damien hanging lifeless in his seatbelt in our overturned vehicle with blood dripping from his face like a fountain.

That’s ok. It’s obviously early, but by the looks of it you’ve sustained a concussion, and a bad one at that. We’re going to take some pictures of your brain but as far as major trauma goes, I think you’re going to be ok. You’ve sustained no broken bones, just some bruising, and as far as we can tell you have no internal injuries. It’s a good thing you were wearing your seatbelt. The CT will tell us more but that’s what we know. I’m optimistic.

I tried to stay calm, I did. But I still hadn’t been informed about the fate of my lover. It chewed at my mind. I pointed at the doctor to get his attention. Where was the man I was with taken?

The doctor looked down at me. Man? I don’t understand.

Damien. He was driving. Is he ok?

He looked down at me confused, his eyebrows scrunched up. They only pulled one body from that wreck and it was you.

That’s not possible! I said, but the moment I raised my voice it just made my head ache further. I gripped my forehead as my ratcheting stress ratcheted the pain in my head.

The nurse left the room and returned, pulling out a syringe and injected it into a v-shaped port in my IV line. That ought to make you feel better. Now try and relax. The moment it hit my system a glaze enveloped my entire body. Morphine. I could hardly speak. I became compliant as they wheeled me into the CT room. I couldn’t keep my eyes open a moment longer and passed out.

Chapter 2 – Jennifer

A week or so ago

I took a deep breath as I prepared to open the front door to my home. I almost didn’t want to go in. I couldn’t stand the thought of another fight with Steven. He was a rageaholic, and I knew that when I married him, but over the course of the last year he’d become an alcoholic too. It was a dangerous mix that left me unsettled and scared. But below all of that misery was a long history, after all he was still my husband and I loved him.

A year prior after ten years together in the DEA he’d lost his partner Erick Cornejo on the Mexico-California border in a drug bust gone south, and he hadn’t taken it well. I tried to support him, I tried to help him, but he wouldn’t have it. At every turn I was cast aside and belittled as he sunk further and further into a soul crushing depression that left him a shell of the man I once knew. A man I hoped to see again.

I opened the door to find him sitting on the couch and staring at the TV, yelling at the conservative news station covering the riots in Baltimore. An ice-cold bottle of IPA was in in hands, as usual, with twelve other empties piled up on the coffee table like a brown glass wall. He looked up at me. What are you doing here this early?

It’s 6pm. I live here, I said. Lose track of time in all that ale? He laughed and took a swig of his beer. I placed my purse on the coffee table in front of our brown leather couch. Steve, we need to talk okay?

He laughed again and chugged the rest of his beer. Ain’t much to talk about, he pointed to the beer bottles and cleared his straw blonde hair from his eyes. This is who I am, if you don’t like it then you can leave.

Oh, there’s plenty to talk about and I’m not going anywhere. The fact was when we got hitched I made a vow to him that I’d stand by him for better or worse. And I intended to keep that promise, regardless of what he threw in my direction. Deep down he was a good man once you stripped away his demons.

He paused for a second and stared at me with a drunken gaze. Stay then, he said. Stay and boss me around like you enjoy so much.

Steven didn’t understand that me trying to help him was born in my commitment to our marriage. I hated when he doubted our relationship, or my commitment to helping him. I will. I heard the border is heating up again on the news. Have you been paying attention? The same guys that killed Erick are still out there, aren’t they?

His eyes filled with fury and rage. Excuse you?

You heard me. Yet here you are drowning in ale, as usual.

All you give a shit about is money! You don’t give a fuck about me, or what I’ve been through.

That’s not true! Listen, I don’t make enough for us to survive on an administrative assistant’s paycheck! Your disability ran out a month ago and we’ve got bills to pay. And all you do instead of getting back out there is to sit and drink beer, all day. It’s only holding us back!

You don’t know what I’ve been through! he yelled.

I do, but you don’t give me any credit for it!

Really? he said. So you know what it’s like to find your partner shot point blank in the head, and how it feels to inform his wife and family that he’s been killed in the line of duty?

That’s not what I’m saying. I understand what you’ve gone through because I’ve seen what it’s done to you. Babe, you’re better than this! Can’t you see that?

He took another swig from his beer and put it on the coffee table. I’m not better than shit. I should have saved him from those cartel bastards.

Babe, just let it go! It wasn’t your fault. Can’t you see that holding on to all of this anger is killing you? I’m not pushing you to work just because of the money. I’m pushing you because I’m tired of seeing you like this.

My heart began to pound. He stood up and walked toward me, his face riddled with rage, his soulful blue eyes as piercing as ever. For the first time in our relationship I was almost certain he was going to hit me. I’ll go back when I’m good and fucking ready!

He turned and walked to the fridge and I followed him. He pulled out another bottle of ale and opened it with the dull side of a knife. He took a huge swig of it and rubbed the foam from his lips.

What would Erick say if he saw you like this?

He pointed the knife at me before he slammed it on the granite counter. You watch your fucking mouth! He threw the half full bottle against the wall behind me and it exploded into a million pieces covering