The PR Guru and The Predator

From the back cover

I was Ava Miller, Hollywood's top PR guru, thriving at my firm, happily pregnant with my fiancé Ethan's child.

One ordinary evening, Ethan's familiar tea tasted odd.

Darkness.

I awoke tied to a chair, dimly lit, only to see Rex Donovan, my volatile client, standing there.

And Ethan. My Ethan.

My blood ran cold as Ethan, with chilling casualness, exposed his betrayal, blaming me for an intern’s past disappearance.

He fed Rex a grotesque lie, fueling the rock star's rage.

The pain was unimaginable; Rex ensured I knew he was killing my baby first, tearing my world apart.

As darkness embraced me, my last sight was Ethan, watching, his face a mask of pure hatred.

"Why?" I choked, blood filling my mouth, grappling with this unfathomable betrayal.

Then, a jolt.

I gasped, bolt upright in my office chair, my stomach flat.

The calendar showed it was *that* day – the day Chloe Sanders first walked in, asking for the Rex Donovan case.

I was back.