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WHAT DOESN’T KILL ME (Cape Charade Suspense)
WHAT DOESN’T KILL ME … had better start running.
Against all odds, Kellen Adams has proved she can survive and thrive. But to protect the family she never knew, she must now defend against a menace she couldn’t have imagined.
New York Times Bestseller Christina Dodd continues her Cape Charade suspense series with WHAT DOESN’T KILL ME,
the second full-length thriller, a tale filled with humor, pathos … and a healthy dollop of terror.
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What doesn’t kill me…had better start running.
Sleeping Beauty was such a sucker.
You can say stuff in her defense. She was young and unwary. She didn’t know much about wicked men and cruel women. No one warned her not to touch sharp objects. But ultimately, everything that happened: the kingdom taking a hundred year nap, her prince having to hack back thorns and fight a dragon, him having to run up a gazillion stairs, wheezing and gasping, to revive her with true love’s kiss — that was all her fault. Everything melts down around her and all she does is lie there, snoozing away.
As I said, a sucker.
Why am I bringing up corny, politically incorrect, completely unfeminist Sleeping Beauty?
Because I am that sucker/loser/fool.
When I was eighteen, I met and married the handsome, wealthy prince of my dreams, a charming guy twice my age with buckets of money.
You guessed it — he was a wicked man, a monster. When after two years he tried to perform the classic murder/suicide, he instead killed himself and my successful, brave and loving cousin.
Did I do the right thing, admit what had happened, start a campaign to raise social awareness about dragons and abusive husbands?
Nooo. Like the coward I was, I stole my cousin’s identity and ran away to the big city. You won’t be surprised to hear that loser me fell into homelessness, helplessness and fear.
One day, as I wander through Philadelphia smelling like garbage and reeking of paranoia, I saw a wicked man dragging a terrified little girl toward his car.
Points to me for recognizing wicked. Getting smarter is a great thing.
Points to me for having all my terror transformed into rage. I saw myself in that helpless child. I attacked the man, helped Annabella Di Luca escape, and won the eternal gratitude of the little girl’s family.
As in — the Di Lucas were an Italian-American clan, successful, close and loving. Maximilian Di Luca was the girl’s uncle. He liked me, despite the garbage smell. He didn’t know about the Sleeping Beauty dumb stuff or the cowardice or that I was impersonating my dead cousin. He saw something in me that he admired, and he courted me.
Turns out, I really liked him.
I loved him. I slept with him. I hoped that somehow this romance would be different than my marriage, with some happily ever afters and no thorns or dragons.
Not so much. I had Kellen’s papers. Max looked through them. He thought I was her, with all her degrees and her credentials. I found out. In a panic, I ran away. The wicked man who had tried to kidnap Annabella took his revenge; he tracked me down and shot me in the head.
Here comes the real Sleeping Beauty part.
I didn’t die. Instead, I lie in a coma.
The seasons passed. I didn’t know.
The world changed. I didn’t know.
None of that was important. What mattered was — I didn’t realize the changes my body was going through.
Pay attention. That’s significant.
After thirteen months, I woke in a hospital. I didn’t know where I was, or why, and I didn’t remember anything about the Di Luca family or Max. I only knew I was afraid. I rose from my bed and fled.
Using Kellen’s papers, I joined the U.S. Army.
In the military, in war and peace, I changed from the timid, fragile young woman I had been. I became strong, competent and fierce, a warrior for good.
Six years later, I was given a medical discharge.
Pay attention again. That’s significant, too.
I got a job at a Di Luca resort, and met Max once more.
He might have been true love’s prince, but I didn’t remember him. I didn’t remember anything about that year when I was lost in the coma’s gray fog.
But Max could not let me go, for he knew more about me than I did…
And neither of us knew all the truths.
Hello. I’m Sleeping Beauty.
Not really, though.
My name is Kellen Adams, and that’s half a lie.
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