A Find Me #4 Snippet

The room smelled faintly of dirty cloth diapers and spit up, but he’d gone nose-blind to the odor weeks ago. As he stared up at the varnished ceiling beams, Jacks listened to the baby sleep. For two days, he’d been trying to do the math to figure out exactly how many weeks old she was. He was disgusted that he didn’t know his own child’s age. The day before, he finally picked a number – sixteen weeks – but no, as he stared at the damn ceiling, that didn’t seem right. She was already rolling over, trying to sit up. Did babies her age sit up, he wondered. Would she be crawling soon? He scratched at his beard and added a month. Twenty weeks. That sounded right, too.

“Fuck,” he whispered into the room.

A gust of snow slammed against the window, and he sprang up on an elbow, expecting to see Lily stir herself awake, but she stayed asleep, dreaming whatever dreams babies had. He flopped back down onto the lumpy pillow and rolled onto his side so he could see the edge of her hotel-standard crib. He’d been thinking about her mother a lot. Ana would know how old her damn kid was, even if she was a bitch the entire time he knew her. Moms were good with that kind of stuff. He cursed again and punched the pillow into a more comfortable shape.

His eyes had finally closed from exhaustion when something in the hall broke, and bodies began slamming into the walls. At first Jacks thought he had immediately slipped into a nightmare, so he rubbed his face, hoping the noises would fade away. But when the dog began to wildly bark, and Lily woke up screaming shortly after, he realized whatever was happening in the hall was real. He launched out of the bed and across his room, and pressed his ear to the cold door. His heart thudded in his chest, but not for his safety, for Lily’s. She was too young to survive without him, and after losing Win, Jacks was acutely aware of how important his role as a father truly was…

– © Trish Marie Dawson, Find Me Series, book 4 – Coming Soon

FM 4 is Coming Soon…

With Drake on her left, Connor on her right, and Riley asleep between them, they were the true definition of a love triangle.

– © Trish Marie Dawson, Find Me 4

For the Find Me Fans…

A crack pierced the quiet of the woods, and inside the trees a startled pair of birds took to flight. My elbows groaned in noisy protest as I pushed myself upright, scanning the trees for intruders. “What was that?”

The top of Jin’s faux-fur lined boots peeked out from under the faded denim of his snow-damp jeans as his squat turned into a kneel. He pivoted, pointing to his right where a cluster of trees were still shaking off white dust from their overloaded branches.

“Frozen branch must have fallen.”

A pain in my ankle flared with heat as I crawled rather ungraciously into a stand, swallowing enough cold air to crystallize my lungs. “Right. A frozen branch. Sure. Let’s go back inside.”

Jin, who stood with zero urgency, laughed softly. “So, it takes the trees to get you out of the cold?”

“Not the trees,” I corrected. “Just what’s hiding inside them.”

– Riley, Find Me 4, © Trish Marie Dawson

It wasn’t for love, was it?

With our brows touching, and his voice just above a whisper, the air from his mouth hits mine when he speaks. “We’ve been on the precipice of almost lovers since we met. You and me, we’re just lost in an impossible, endless dream. There was a reason we met, but it wasn’t for love, was it? I understand that now.

– Dying to Know, book 4 of The Station Series

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That old sadness is creeping back in…A Teaser Quote from Dying to Know

My greatest fear here is not that I’ll never find my purpose, it’s that I will, and then I’ll ruin all my chances of a happily ever afterlife and end up just as miserable and lonely as I was the day I died. I thought that was my rock-bottom, that beautiful sunny Southern California day when the first me left.

Nope.

Today, in this very moment, that old sadness is creeping back in, as well as the anger, the pain, and the overwhelming feeling of being utterly insignificant. Fear has dug its way back under my skin, scraping along my bones, and filling my veins with poison. It’s become a neighbor again to Doubt, which is currently ripping into my heart and making a forever home there.

I just want to go back to sleep where it was dark and quiet. Where for just a fraction of a moment, I forgot it all. I felt nothing, because nothing is what I had become.

And right now, that sounds like Heaven.

– Piper Willow, Dying to Know – Coming Soon © Trish Marie Dawson

Dying to Know