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Are you ready for the thrilling finale of Maddy and Logan's story?

Maddy’s dreams of becoming a counselor have finally come true. She’d be happy to celebrate, if she wasn’t haunted by nightmares of the attack. Her encounter with Logan left her breathless and unsure, but with Kat out of the picture, Maddy has one week to find out if what they shared was real, or just a poor reaction to a life threatening situation.

Tensions run high while police look for Maddy’s attacker, and Maddy begins to believe she can’t keep it together. But once everything she holds dear is threatened, Maddy must sacrifice her secrets in order to reveal the truth. Will it be in time? Will that be good enough?

Find out in the EXPLOSIVE series finale of TRULY MADLY DEEPLY!

Secrets. Lies. A summer they'll never forget.

EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER ONE:

The arguing outside wakes me and I take a moment to figure things out before my eyes slowly open. Somehow I’d ended up on the couch in my cabin and fell asleep sitting upright. I run my tongue over my teeth. My mouth tastes like something crawled inside and died. I try not to think about it and strain harder to listen.

“I can’t believe you stayed here the whole night.”

My heart thumps hard at the sound of Kat’s angered voice outside.

“I couldn’t leave her alone. She needed me,” Logan says.

“I need you!”

“You weren’t the one who was attacked.”

“Oh, so I have to be attacked to get some attention?” she huffs.

“Kat, this isn’t fair.”

I lean over to get closer to the door. My head spins and I shift upright. I need Advil, a tall glass of water, and coffee, stat.

“What isn’t fair is how you look at her,” she says.

My empty stomach jolts. Apparently I’m not the only one who’s noticed that.

“This isn’t about that. And you know we’re just friends.”

Friends… who kiss. Oh, crap.

Everything comes back to me in a hot rush, and I reach for my phone in my pocket. My hand skims over the top of my thigh. My jeans aren’t on my body. Instead, they’re crumpled up in a ball on the floor. The shirt I’m wearing isn’t the one I had on yesterday, either. My cheeks heat. What happened last night?

The clock above the mantel reads that it’s half past noon. I blow out a breath and lean against the couch back. The kids will be gone by now, so I need to clean up and take a shower. There’s a lot to do before my campers come Sunday afternoon. My upset stomach, though, doesn’t want me to go anywhere.

Kat and Logan continue their terse conversation, but it sounds further away. I strain harder to hear, making my head pound. Then it’s quiet. Did they leave?

I struggle to stand and escape to the bathroom. The world sways and the blanket falls to my feet. I stave off the urge to heave, and slowly sit back down and cover myself. Did Logan take off my clothes? Did I?

The fog-induced nightmare slowly reveals itself. After the adrenaline had evaporated, the alcohol kicked in, and I was a hot mess. Then there was puking and crying and… oh good Lord, a memory of him taking my cheeks between his palms and asking me why I’d put myself in danger zings through me. I blurted out something about seeing him kissing Kat, or maybe I said the cheater had her tongue down his throat. Whatever I said, I can’t remember. My freaking mouth just needs to be sewn shut.

Someone steps onto the porch and approaches the door. My heart zooms in response. My eyes slide shut just as the door opens softly, carrying Logan’s scent on the breeze. He sighs softly before shutting it, and I melt into the cushions, mortified. He’s watching me and I know he has to be disgusted. I hear him move about the room, then stop before me. I don’t dare open my eyes so I try to relax, but my heart pounds so hard I’m shaking.

“What am I going to do with you?” he says quietly before he leaves.

Once he’s gone, I let out the breath I’m holding.

Mommy warrior, comma-kazi, wife, computer whisperer, Pinterest addict, chocolate enthusiast, vampire and zombie slayer, merman magnet, and lover of all things pure and right. Well... maybe after a cup of coffee or two.

Author Brenda Pandos lives in California and is surrounded by the loves of her life—her husband, her incredible boys, a grumpy cat, eight chickens and her characters. Before becoming a full-time author, she worked as an IT administrator. After her son’s ASD diagnosis, everything changed. Being pregnant and embarking on a 35 hour a week in-home therapy schedule was grueling to say the least. She craved a meaningful escape.

Never having aspired to write before, she wrote her own vampire tale for kicks. Four months later, The Emerald Talisman was born. Unsure who'd want to buy her novel, she entered her fledgling book in the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award and placed as a Quarter-finalist. That gave her the courage to go Indie and from there, she traversed into a life she’d never imagined and loves to this day. And since a small group of fans grew into a larger group of fans, all cheering her onto books two, three, four, five... and so on, she hasn't looked back.

Brenda loves to hear from fans and can be reached at brendapandos(at)gmail.com,facebook, or twitter. Or if you can write a quick review where ever you picked up the book, that would help her TONS!