Thursday, July 2, 2015


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Are you ready for the thrilling finale of Maddy and Logan's story?

Maddy’s dreams of becoming a counselor have finally come true. She’d be happy to celebrate, if she wasn’t haunted by nightmares of the attack. Her encounter with Logan left her breathless and unsure, but with Kat out of the picture, Maddy has one week to find out if what they shared was real, or just a poor reaction to a life threatening situation.

Tensions run high while police look for Maddy’s attacker, and Maddy begins to believe she can’t keep it together. But once everything she holds dear is threatened, Maddy must sacrifice her secrets in order to reveal the truth. Will it be in time? Will that be good enough?

Find out in the EXPLOSIVE series finale of TRULY MADLY DEEPLY!

Secrets. Lies. A summer they'll never forget.

Excerpt #2 (See excerpt #1 here)

We head to the cabin when the last of Syd’s girls check in. They unload their stuff and take the top bunks, while I’m happy to sleep on the bottom. I’m supposed to do an icebreaker exercise, but since the girls already know each other, we skip it, and head to the craft room to make beaded lanyards for their keys.

“So,” Kara asks me as she collects only pink beads. “What happened when you were attacked?”

I suck in a startled breath. The tube of clear beads I’m holding skitters across the table, spilling everywhere. 
I hadn’t looked at the paper to know what I’m supposed to say.

Syd stiffens. “Oh, the news loves to exaggerate. Doesn’t it, Maddy? The guy didn’t really do anything and Maddy got away.” Syd helps me clean up. “He’d be stupid to come around now with the security guards. Right?”

“But the article said you were the snack shack coordinator,” Kara says.

“Yeah,” I say quickly. “But I’m a counselor, too.”

“We all have dual jobs,” Syd interrupts.

I force a smile. “Like Syd said, nothing happened. It wasn’t even on the grounds. We’re perfectly safe.”

Syd hands me the empty tube. “We just need to stick together, that’s all.”

The girls let out a collective sigh, all but Holly.

“It’s just spooky,” says Holly. “You know?”

Bridge leans in. “It’s like all the camp horror movies where there’s a knife wielding serial killer—”

My eyes widen.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Syd says. “Look. There are bad people in the world, yes, but they’re going to find this guy, you’ll see. Don’t let it ruin your week.”

The girls nod and the subject changes, but I can’t help but think we’re making promises we can’t keep. I’m totally in over my head.

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Wednesday, July 1, 2015



The arguing outside wakes me and I take a moment to figure things out before my eyes slowly open. Somehow I’d ended up on the couch in my cabin and fell asleep sitting upright. I run my tongue over my teeth. My mouth tastes like something crawled inside and died. I try not to think about it and strain harder to listen.

“I can’t believe you stayed here the whole night.”

My heart thumps hard at the sound of Kat’s angered voice outside.

“I couldn’t leave her alone. She needed me,” Logan says.

“I need you!”

“You weren’t the one who was attacked.”

“Oh, so I have to be attacked to get some attention?” she huffs.

“Kat, this isn’t fair.”

I lean over to get closer to the door. My head spins and I shift upright. I need Advil, a tall glass of water, and coffee, stat.

“What isn’t fair is how you look at her,” she says.

My empty stomach jolts. Apparently I’m not the only one who’s noticed that.

“This isn’t about that. And you know we’re just friends.”

Friends… who kiss. Oh, crap.

Everything comes back to me in a hot rush, and I reach for my phone in my pocket. My hand skims over the top of my thigh. My jeans aren’t on my body. Instead, they’re crumpled up in a ball on the floor. The shirt I’m wearing isn’t the one I had on yesterday, either. My cheeks heat. What happened last night?

The clock above the mantel reads that it’s half past noon. I blow out a breath and lean against the couch back. The kids will be gone by now, so I need to clean up and take a shower. There’s a lot to do before my campers come Sunday afternoon. My upset stomach, though, doesn’t want me to go anywhere.
Kat and Logan continue their terse conversation, but it sounds further away. I strain harder to hear, making my head pound. Then it’s quiet. Did they leave?

I struggle to stand and escape to the bathroom. The world sways and the blanket falls to my feet. I stave off the urge to heave, and slowly sit back down and cover myself. Did Logan take off my clothes? Did I?
The fog-induced nightmare slowly reveals itself. After the adrenaline had evaporated, the alcohol kicked in, and I was a hot mess. Then there was puking and crying and… oh good Lord, a memory of him taking my cheeks between his palms and asking me why I’d put myself in danger zings through me. I blurted out something about seeing him kissing Kat, or maybe I said the cheater had her tongue down his throat. Whatever I said, I can’t remember. My freaking mouth just needs to be sewn shut.

Someone steps onto the porch and approaches the door. My heart zooms in response. My eyes slide shut just as the door opens softly, carrying Logan’s scent on the breeze. He sighs softly before shutting it, and I melt into the cushions, mortified. He’s watching me and I know he has to be disgusted. I hear him move about the room, then stop before me. I don’t dare open my eyes so I  try to relax, but my heart pounds so hard I’m shaking.

“What am I going to do with you?” he says quietly before he leaves.

Once he’s gone, I let out the breath I’m holding.

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