Yours Truly

Yours Truly Jessica Brown Copyright Copyright © 2023 by Jessica Brown This is a work of fiction. All characters, places, ad events are from the author's imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, places or events is purely coincidental. All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. Dedication For M. I. (and the countless times I drove her nuts while juggling several pieces of writing at once) Content Warning Yours Truly is a contemporary romantic thriller/suspense and while a work of fiction, contains elements not suitable for some readers. This book contains material that should only be read by mature readers (18+). This book contains triggers including profanity, sexually explicit scenes/graphic sex, stalking, physical violence and assault, abduction, sexual harassment, suggested sexual assault, torture (not between FMC and MMC), blood, violence, and mention of murder. Reader discretion is advised. Contents 1. November 27, 12:54 pm 2. November 27, 2:06 pm 3. November 27, 2:08 pm 4. December 1, 5:32 pm 5. December 1, 11:28 pm 6. December 2, 12:34 am 7. December 2, 12:36 am 8. December 2, 1:13 am 9. December 2, 1:26 am 10. December 2, 2:14 am 11. December 2, 9:34 am 12. December 2, 1:01 pm 13. December 4, 2:26 pm 14. December 4, 2:32 pm 15. December 6, 9:32 pm 16. December 8, 10:36 pm 17. December 8, 11:26 pm 18. December 9, 12:01 am 19. December 9, 12:23 am 20. December 9, 3:04 am 21. December 9, 3:48 am 22. December 9, 4:39 am 23. December 9, 12:07 pm 24. December 9, 1:13 pm 25. December 9, 5:59 pm 26. December 11, 4:09 pm 27. December 11, 4:22 pm 28. December 11, 4:29 pm 29. December 11, 7:51 pm 30. December 11, 9:02 pm 31. December 12, 2:53 am 32. December 12, 8:47 am 33. December 12, 9:48 am 34. December 13, 1:27 am 35. December 13, 4:35 am 36. December 13, 9:41 am 37. December 13, 1:22 pm 38. December 13, 2:03 pm 39. December 13, 9:01 pm 40. December 14, 4:31 am 41. December 14, 4:33 am 42. December 14, 3:59 pm 43. December 14, 9:32 pm 44. December 15, 2:12 am 45. December 15, 3:24 am 46. December 15, 11:23 pm 47. December 15, 11:59 pm 48. December 16, 12:00 am 49. December 16, 12:37 am 50. December 16, 9:39 am 51. December 16, 9:51 am 52. December 16, 2:13 pm 53. December 16, 11:36 pm 54. December 17, 1:01 am 55. December 17, 3:21 am 56. December 17, 4:58 am 57. December 18, 3:31 am 58. December 18, 5:02 am 59. December 18, 7:13 am 60. December 18, 9:42 am 61. December 18, 2:26 pm 62. December 18, 2:36 pm 63. December 18, 4:37 pm 64. December 18, 4:53 pm 65. December 19, 12:02 am 66. December 19, 12:17 am 67. January 10, 10:16 am Acknowledgments Also By About Author November 27, 12:54 pm ※※※ I step into the back room of The Amazing Anslar headquarters and study her station. Meticulous. Clean. Even the mirror is spotless. Perfect, just like her. She’ll be sitting there in an hour, applying sparkling black eyeshadow that accents her emerald eyes. She’ll curl her walnut-colored locks into ringlets and fluff them until they are full-bodied, framing her oval face and prominent cheekbones. Then she’ll slip behind the dressing screen as she finishes getting ready for the show. But the real magic will happen when she first walks into the room. When she sees my next gift. The pause in her breath. The stagger in her step. It makes the wait worthwhile. Fun even. As I stride across the room, I glance around, ensuring I’m the only one there. Every step of my process must be exact. If she finds out who I am too soon… No. I can’t think about that now. The chair slides out from the station with a scrape. I remove a glove, and my fingers caress her vanity. The smoothness of the wood will be no match against the softness of her skin, but I accept the imagined closeness… for now. I take a luxurious breath, almost certain her scent lingers in the air where I stand. After putting my glove back on, I reach into my jacket, remove the crisp, stark white envelope, and lean it against her spotless mirror. November 27, 2:06 pm -Alice- Even the most famous stage illusionists rarely have threats against their lives, but Mark is convinced someone wants him dead. Or maybe he wants others to think that’s the case. Gods… universe… whatever controls life… thank you for making my boss illogically eager to be a victim of a crazed stalker and bringing Jack Walker here. Because I don’t actually care if Mark is insane. Jack is looking right at me. And, to be honest, I’m ok if Mark really does have a psycho killer after him if it means Jack sticks around for a bit. Jack’s attention is pulled away from the conversation he is having with Mark when I step into The Amazing Anslar headquarters. His electric blue eyes bore into mine. They remind me of Arctic ice. Crystalline and reflective. Captivating and so perfectly coastal in color. My cheeks warm from the attention. Everything about this man sends the most pleasurable shivers through my body. I swear I end up panting and drooling every time I see him. Then again, so was every other woman working for Mark. Some of the men, too. I strip off my puffy knee-length coat, the one that transforms me into a gigantic soot-colored marshmallow every time I wear it. But then I remove it and POOF! Like magic, I reappear as my normal self, revealing skinny jeans and a close-fitting green sweater. At least the coat does