Book Title: Justice for Belle
Author: Didi Oviatt
Genre: Psychological Thriller, Suspense
Publisher: Creativia Publishing, May 15, 2019
Kindle Pages: 119
Ahnia has a very dicey past, one that is scratching under the surface, just dying to get out. She’s hit rock bottom, broke and desperate to be on top again. When she finds herself partnering up with a man she hardly knows, and who’s utterly untouchable, she’s forced out of her comfort zone and left to question her own sanity. Will Ahnia and Mac’s dangerous business move be a success? Or, will Ahnia find herself in the clutches of an unforgiving force, brought about by her childhood sin? In this nail-biting thrill ride, no one is as they seem… and no one is truly safe with those they trust.
“You get lost?” Mac’s voice rings loudly at my side.
I jump, knocking a cold glass bottle of booze over with my arm. I grab it back up with trembling hands. I straighten myself to a stand and hand it over before grabbing two more for myself. Mac takes a step closer to me no sooner than the fridge door shuts completely.
The scent of him is just as fresh as the first day we met; only tonight there is a muskier underlining. The delicious smell of his natural skin, no doubt. My knees weaken, and I take a step back. The center of my back touches the counter causing me to reach back with my free hand and grab ahold of it for balance.
“What are you doing?” I ask desperately under my breath.
“You were taking a while, so I thought I’d check up on you.” His voice is wanting and raspy.
I duck and spin, maneuvering my body around him. I’m careful not to brush our flesh together. He props himself against the exact spot of the counter that I just left by the hip, his gaze fixated on me. I look away, twist the top off of my first drink and guzzle the entire thing as if my life depends on it. He, too, takes a drink, but barely a sip. The serious clench of his jaw tells me that he means business. My chest tightens.
“Why are you really here?” I ask.
“A few reasons, actually.”
“I’m trying to decide which one I wanna tell you first.”
He takes another sip and continues to stare. I toss my empty bottle into the trash can, and twist open the top of my next. It’s quiet enough to hear a pin drop. Aside from my own heavy breath, I hear only haunting silence.
“Start with whatever it is you’re so afraid to say.” I breathe, my heart quickening another pace.
Mac takes a few quick steps forward, again closing the gap between us. The wildness of his eyes and his hair reminds me of a lion, ready to pounce. Soon I’m backed against the wall, with our chests pressed together. I stare at his mouth. His lips are the perfect shade of pink. I want to lick them. I tuck my own in and bite the insides lowering my head…denying him access. He places his palms against the wall, beside my shoulders, and lowers his forehead to mine.
“You’re not who I thought you were,” he says, the hops in his breath mixing with my own.
I close my eyes tightly and breathe him in. The image I once had of his fists closing in around the neck of an unknown man as he shook the life from him is all I can think about. God, I wish I could stop enjoying the thought of death. I can feel his heartbeat through my shirt and my nipples harden. The heat from his body screams danger, and the pool of nerves between my legs wants it.
“Mac,” I whisper, our foreheads still together.
I try and lift my arms to push him away, but can’t. Like dead weight, they stay motionless at my sides. I shake my head against his. This is wrong.
“Ahnia, I know we can’t do this. I just… I…”
Mac slaps an open palm against the wall. It’s an angry, powerful blow a mere foot from my face. I jump, feeling the vibration of it against my entire body.
“F**k!” He shouts, and pulls himself away.
He runs a fist through his hair and storms off. After helping himself to another beer from my fridge, he disappears back into the living room, leaving me behind to gather myself. I take a couple deep breaths and run my shaking hands down the front of my shirt a few times.
I’m scared to death of him right now, but I don’t want him to leave either. I can’t kick him out, what if he comes at me? Or worse, what if I wind up throwing myself at him. I don’t trust me at this point, any more than I don’t trust him.
My Review: 5/5 Star
Justice for Belle is a fast-paced, gripping psychological thriller told in the first person POV that holds your interest from the beginning to end. The main character, Ahnia, a child prodigy, who wrote a best seller based on a personal tragedy in her teens, hasn’t written a single book since her first novel.
Years later, unsuccessful, and scrapping the bottom of her bank account, Ahnia lacks the inspiration for the second book she aspires to write. At the beginning of the story, we find her watching a stranger and wondering what type of killer he would be if he were a murderer. It seems simple enough; she’s a writer with an overactive imagination, developing a character for her book. She admits her own obsession is somewhat bazaar.
“Call me weird, obsessed, paranoid, twisted or whatever, but I have this nasty little habit of trying to guess what kind of killers people would be… if they were actually killers, that is. Whenever I see someone in a crowd who stands out among the rest, I see it. It all depends on their size, the way they move, the look in their eyes. Everything plays a part, and the image is usually fairly detailed. Then, I jot down my observations for future use.”
As the story unfolds, one wonders if her obsession is merely an overactive imagination or something more serious. Why does she assign everyone she meets a murderous persona, even her stepmother? Does her obsession with murder stem from a horrific childhood tragedy or something more sinister, something deeply-rooted in her psyche?
Ahnia’s murky past unravels when Mac, a man from her past, reappears years later with a plan of his own. Although repelled by Mac’s overfamiliarity, his smell and looks are enticing. While strangely drawn to Mac, she still harbors suspicions, especially when he announces he’s a lifelong fan of her writing. Even more alarming is Mac’s doppelganger fiancé whose green eyes and dark raven hair are similar to Ahnia’s.
These ominous clues don’t stop Ahnia from accepting Mac’s harebrained scheme to revive her failing writing career, a plan that could land her in prison a while. Desperate and needing to prove to her family she can survive as a novelist, she’s willing to do anything to write that next great book. But events quickly take a turn for the worse in ways neither Ahnia nor the reader will foresee.
If you love a fast read and a psychological thriller that keeps you guessing, you will love Didi Oviatt’s Justice for Belle. I highly recommend this book to all.
About The Author
Didi Oviatt is an intuitive soul. She’s a wife and mother first, with one son and one daughter. Her thirst to write was developed at an early age, and she never looked back. After digging down deep and getting in touch with her literary self, she’s writing mystery/thrillers like Search For Maylee, Aggravated Momentum, Justice for Belle, and New Age Lamians. Along with a six-piece short story collection called the Time Wasters. She’s also collaborated with Kim Knight in an ongoing interactive short story anthology The Suspenseful Collection. When Didi doesn’t have her nose buried in a book, she can be found enjoying a laid back outdoorsy life. Time spent sleeping under the stars, hiking, fishing, and ATVing the back roads of beautiful mountain trails, sun-bathing in the desert heat, along with watching the relaxing dance of a campfire plays an important part of her day-to-day lifestyle.
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