Nicole Herman was lounging on a beach in Croatia, with a perfect view of the ocean.

It looks a lot like Oregon, with the exception that the water is like turquoise.

It was nice and sunny, exactly how Nicole pictured her honeymoon.

Nicole's new husband got up to take a swim, but she didn't join him.

She was in the middle of a novel.

The man on the book cover had a square jaw

and a come-hither stare. All day, Nicole had just been waiting to get back to him.

He sat on the floor and gestured for her to sit between his legs. He showed her how every gun worked,

then loaded and unloaded each of them. Are you showing me this so I can kill my husband?

Travis spoke slowly, choosing each word with care. Maybe in the beginning you met Sunday, damn.

But now you're just another loose end.

You will know a hundred ways to kill you and make it look like an accident.

She pressed her forehead against his and closed her eyes.

Don't make me like you.

I'd rather you were a knuckle dragging Neanderthal, unless I'm dead.

And this is over. I'm leaving. But I do plan to use your body until I leave.

Scandalous.

I was probably reading anywhere from 150 to 300 pages a day.

Nicole had been laid out on the beach for hours reading.

She was already on book number two in the Wrong Never Felt So Right series.

And she was determined to get through all five books by the end of her trip.

Every book was more or less the same.

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