Sneak peek of Eden's Pond~ Chapter One

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Eden's Pond

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This book is dedicated to my nephew, Eden Anthony Skyler and my niece, Lunden Breanna Mackenzie!

Blurb for Eden's Pond: Written by my good friend, Romance Author, Melanie Rutan.

Lance Stephens is living in a nightmare. He has a wife who yearns for a child and a mistress that is about to give him one.

Making the only decision he can, he murders his mistress and dumps her body in the lake behind his home. Taking his son home he convinces his wife that he adopted him just for her.

When Winter begins telling him of her night terrors, Lance is sure his wife is losing her mind. He thought the nightmare was over. But it has only just begun.

A teaser of (First part)

The dining room table crashed to the floor. Lance stood over the wreckage. "Where is Eden, Courtney? I want my son!"
She fled into the dark kitchen with blood trickling down her face. "I'll never tell you. He's my baby, not yours or Winter's."
Her backtalk infuriated him. Lance refused to leave the house empty handed. "If you don't bring him to me this instant, I'll kill you!"

Courtney shoved him away from her. "Leave me alone!"

"Don't push me, Courtney."
            Courtney slipped further into the darkness-her hand covering the raised, cut skin on her cheek. "I would rather die, than allow Eden to grow up with the likes of you or that crazy wife of yours."
            Suddenly, his anger heightened. He saw black and felt the blood rise to his chest and face. After that, he remembered nothing, but her shrill screams and then the house going silent. When he came to his senses, Courtney lay lifeless in his grasp. Her flesh had turned from a healthy pink to deathly-blue. Her dry, white lips reminded him of cotton and her eyes were empty.
            Fear raced through him. He let go of her and her head bashed the kitchen floor with a thud. "Oh, my, God...what did I do?" He stood to his feet and ran his hands through his hair pacing back and forth. Worry lines creased his face. "I'll go to prison for this. Oh Lord, I've killed her."
            Lance backed away from her dead body. He leaned against the counter with his face resting in his shaky hands. What possessed him to go into such a rage and murder this innocent woman? The more he thought about this horrendous act, the scarier it became. I have to bury her. I have to hide her body where no one will find her, he thought.
            Then it hit him.
            The pond.
            No one would think to look there and even if they did, the fish would eat her before they found her. Because it was late September, the water would turn to ice soon. Now all Lance needed was something big enough to put her inside.
A plastic bag...with a heavy rock placed in the bottom of the bag to weigh it down.
            Lance did not waste any time. He raced out into the garage to fetch it. When he returned to cram her inside this makeshift coffin, her head lay in a pool of blood. "What the..." The bag fell from his hand sailing to the floor. A moment ago, there was no sign of blood. Now it ran out all over the floor. Someone else must have done it, he thought. Someone else is in the house!
            Before he could dispose of the body, Lance snuck around the corner into the living room searching for the intruder. As he approached the entryway, the door stood open and off in the distance, he saw taillights. Good God, they know...they know what I've done.