Author: T.K. Leigh
Genre: Mystery/Thriller/Suspense
Publish Date: February 7, 2017
Review Source: Give Me Books PR
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T.K. Leigh, otherwise known as Tracy Leigh Kellam, is a USA Today Bestselling author of the Beautiful Mess series, in addition to several other works. Originally from New England, she now resides in sunny Southern California with her husband, dog, and three cats, all of which she has rescued (including the husband).
In late 2015, she gave birth to her first (and only) baby. When she’s not planted in front of her computer, writing away, she can be found training for her next marathon (of which she has run over fifteen fulls and far too many halfs to recall) or chasing her daughter around the house.
T.K. Leigh is represented by Jane Dystel of Dystel & Goderich Literary Management. All publishing inquiries,
including audio, foreign, and film rights, should be directed to her.
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Recommended for mature readers due to
strong language and graphic violence.
Rayne Kilpatrick has everything. A job
she’s dreamed of since a little girl. The perfect house. And a man
she loves and is about to marry… Until he
never returns from a humanitarian mission.
Gone. Disappeared. Vanished.
When footage of his gruesome murder by
a Muslim extremist group is shown across the country and around the globe, she wants the person
responsible for the disappearance of the man she loves to pay. She
wants him to lose the one person who means the
world to him, too, and she won’t stop until he does.
Alexander Burnham has everything…
Finally. A job he enjoys where he can actually make a difference in
the world. The perfect woman who he’s
loved his entire life. And the most beautiful daughter a father could
ask for… Until he walks into her bedroom
one morning to find it empty.
Gone. Disappeared. Vanished.
It’s a race against the clock for
Alexander to put the pieces together and find out who has taken his
daughter and what they want from him. As
information comes to light, he is forced to bury the guilt he feels
after losing his fellow team member and focus
instead on finding and saving his daughter…
Before it’s too late.
***Vanished can be read in conjunction
with or separate from the Beautiful Mess series.***
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This
was no longer home to a fearless girl who had more love for Olivia
than she deserved. This would now become a place of nightmares for
her daughter. Would she ever be able to sleep in this room again?
Would
she ever want to sleep alone? Would she ever feel safe?
Olivia
struggled to come to terms with what Melanie’s life would be like
if she survived this. She hadn’t done anything to deserve this.
Alexander wasn’t without his faults, and neither was Olivia, but
Melanie was so young, so pure, so innocent. Now, at far too young an
age, she would be jaded by the cruelties of the world.
Would
she ever see her smile again?
Would
she ever hear her carefree laugh?
Would
she ever feel her unconditional love as she flung her arms around
her?
Bleakness
invaded Olivia right down to her core as she fell onto Melanie’s
unmade bed. Sheets that were once warm from her presence had grown
cold, and Olivia could no longer keep it in. She wasn’t just
watching a made-for- TV movie about a successful, semi-famous family
losing their daughter. She was living the nightmare. wishing with
everything she had that this would all be over soon, that it wasn’t
real.
“Wake
up!” Olivia screamed, slapping her face as relentless tears
streamed down her cheeks. She curled into a ball, the torment growing
inside her becoming unbearable. It felt like someone was ripping her
open with sadistic apathy, the pace languid and sluggish, taking
pleasure from each strained breath she struggled to capture. Her skin
prickled with the heat of a thousand branding irons. No matter how
loud she screamed, it wouldn’t dull the pain.
“Wake
up, Olivia!” she bellowed again, louder and more desperate. Nothing
worked. No matter what she did, no matter how loud her cries, nothing
would wake her from this nightmare.
Sobs
wracked through her body as she fought for air. She tried to gain
control over her body and tears, but it was useless. She was no
longer in command of her own destiny. Even the seemingly innate task
of inhaling and exhaling had become arduous and complicated. Melanie
was her lifeline, her reason for living.
Without
her, Olivia’s heart gave out, her lungs refused to work, her body
shut down.
Suddenly,
a pair of familiar, strong arms cradled her, lifting her off the
torturous bed, cocooning her in a shelter only they could provide.
They comforted her sobs, giving her exactly what she needed. She
cried into her husband’s chest, a hundred tears falling for every
regret. No words were spoken. Lowering himself to the floor, he
simply held her in his lap, wiping her tears, providing her with
warmth in this cold, hateful world.
She
didn’t know how many minutes ticked by as he remained there,
silently assuring her with his presence that they would get through
this, that everything would work out. Still, she knew they would
never be the same. This had shaken their family to its core. There
was no returning to the way things were before.
Olivia
cried harder.
She
cried for all the time she should have spent with her daughter
instead of working tirelessly for one charity or another. She cried
for all the times she told her no when she should have said yes. Yes,
we can have pancakes for dinner. Yes, we can go feed the ducks at the
pond. Yes, we can make Christmas cookies in July.
Exhaustion
set in as her cries subsided and she closed her eyes. The last thing
she saw before drifting off was Melanie standing alone in a dark
room, a blank expression on her pale face.

In late 2015, she gave birth to her first (and only) baby. When she’s not planted in front of her computer, writing away, she can be found training for her next marathon (of which she has run over fifteen fulls and far too many halfs to recall) or chasing her daughter around the house.
T.K. Leigh is represented by Jane Dystel of Dystel & Goderich Literary Management. All publishing inquiries,
including audio, foreign, and film rights, should be directed to her.
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