The Devil´s Revenge ( # 2 The Devil´s Eyes ) by Jennifer Loren
The argument for my bail begins, and I lower my head until the doors behind me crash open with a thunderous roar. A vibration rushes through my body, I look up at the judge as his eyes widen and a cold silence takes hold of the room. It’s him. I know it’s him. It can be no other. Before I can turn I whisper his name and feel the energy of him blaze up my body as if the simple whisper of his name makes it true, makes him true. As hard as I fight my own curiosity I can’t stop myself, with all the assuredness in my
head I still have to prove it to my own eyes. Turning, I slowly raise my head up and look upon the three gentlemen, dressed in dark suits and letting the hoods of their coats fall back and reveal expressions of pure - desired annihilation. But it is he that stands center and strong that confirms my suspicions. It is he that has caused this silence and chocked
the breath out of an entire room. It’s as if the air could breathe and it breathes a trembling gasp of his name, with all that laid their eyes on
this sight I see. Only I breathe his name and meet his eyes whispering … “I knew you would come for me.”
Only God could save me from a certain deadly fate, and so rightfully, he
sent the devil to rescue me.
The sequel to The Devil's Eyes is action packed while still maintaining the
same dark romance and suspenseful tone of the first novel.
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About the Author:
Jennifer Loren graduated from Rochester Institute of Technology with a Fine Arts Degree, specializing in Architecture and Design, and also obtained a second degree in Computer Design. She currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia with her German shepherd, Riley. In addition to the vastly popular, top mafia romance and best selling series, The Devil’s Eyes, Ms Loren has successfully published best selling romantic suspense novel Finding Ava and its sequel Reckless and the best selling short story, The Hand That Holds Mine. Her writing genre is considered dark, romantic suspense and her style is best described as Dark, Twisted and Dangerously Sexy.
An excerpt...
** The Revenge**
As the judge comes in, we all stand, and I watch for any clue that might
show I still have some pull, some chance of getting out of this alive. The
judge sits and blatantly greets the man sitting behind the D.A.—Mr. Welch.
Welch’s smug attitude irks me, and knowing that Estrella is somewhere
nearby, enjoying this just as much, bothers me, too. Nonetheless, I
obviously no power to do anything. Here I am, standing in front of a judge,
a courtroom full of people, and media hounds taking notes vigorously. They
have already convicted me, and they are ready to send me to jail for
murder. They might even expect me to die for the crimes they believe I have
committed. Either way, jail or the needle, I will die. Estrella will see to
it, and Welch will make sure of it. The argument for my bail begins, and I
lower my head until the doors behind me crash open with a thunderous roar.
A vibration rushes through my body. I look up at the judge as his eyes
widen, and a cold silence takes hold of the room. It’s him. I know it’s
him. It can be no other. Before I can turn, I whisper his name. I can feel
the energy of him blaze up my body as if the simple hint of his name makes
it true, makes him true. As hard as I fight my own curiosity, I can’t stop
myself. With all the assuredness in my head, I still have to prove it to my
eyes. Turning, I slowly raise my head up and look upon the three gentlemen
dressed in dark suits. The hoods of their coats fall back and reveal
expressions of pure desired annihilation. But it is he, standing center and
strong, who confirms my suspicions. It is he who has caused this silence,
choking the breath out of an entire room. It’s as if the air could breathe,
and it breathes a trembling gasp of his name along with all who have laid
their eyes on this sight. Only I breathe his name and meet his eyes as I
whisper, “I knew you would come for me.” Only God could save me from a
certain deadly fate, and so rightfully, he sent the devil to rescue me.
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