Love Games Trilogy Puzzle!
Devour all three books - Married Games, Revenge Games and Sinful Games in the addictive Love Games Trilogy.
Matthew Davidson was everything she'd ever dreamed of in a man and more. But two years after marrying the construction mogul, Sarah mysteriously ends up in hospital. Her perfect life starts to fall apart.
As even the small things seem off. Sarah begins to dig into her husband's past, uncovering revelations that throw into doubt everything she has ever believed about him. Her investigation leads her away from their fairytale romance and into a place of sex, lies and murder.
Sarah doesn't know whether she can trust the man she married... or even herself.
After finding out that her husband past and that he liked to share woman with his best friend Eden, Sarah realised that she knew nothing about the man she married. She is caught up in a game she didn't even know she was playing.
Everything in our lives is perfect, well almost. It has been five years since the day that I almost died. Five years and yet the scars still show on my body. My husband Matthew still wakes with night terrors each night and they have only gotten worse since our beautiful daughter Katherine was born. I want my husband back, our marriage back and I'm willing to do anything to get it. Even if it means submitting to Matthew's deepest desires.
As the prisms of light filter through our bedroom door, the sound of my husband's light snore beside me bears no comfort. I’m exhausted, but I don't want to close my eyes. It’s not that I am afraid. Or maybe I am. But not of my husband, god no. He is the most loving, supportive and caring man I have ever met. I know he loves me and I am completely and utterly head over heels in love with Matthew. He is the kind of man that I always wished I could have my happily ever after with.
So what had happened. Why I am I laying here wondering what had put me in the hospital? Why had four Victorian Police officers come and searched my house and threatened to take my husband away. Why did I feel like something seriously wrong had occurred. I just don’t know. I know that the exhaustion is playing its part.
I watch the rise and fall of my husband's chest; maybe if I concentrate on that, I will fall into a lull and drift off to sleep. But after another hour somehow it's not as comforting as it once was. Instead, my chest feels tight, and my heart continues to race. I force myself to take a deep breath, but the anxiety rises once again. I know something is wrong. Is it me? Did I do something? Did I take something? The emergency doctor had told me my blood alcohol was 0.02 which to me was no that high. With that amount of alcohol in my system, I could still have legally driven a motor vehicle.
We had two bottles of wine between the two of us. A bottle of crisp white Sauvignon Blanc and I had barely finished my first glass of Shiraz. It had been a typical Saturday night. In fact, it was the first Saturday night in months that we had decided to stay in, have a few wines and a nice cheese platter. Cheese and wine had always been our thing. The cheese platter had had all of his favourites, a beautiful Tasmanian blue, a creamy triple Brie and apricot and almond cheese, topped off with my favourite Danish salami and line of plain and peppered crackers on each side of the board. We even had our favourite YouTube playlist running on the television in the lounge room as background noise.
So, why did I end up in hospital? Why did the police come? And why did I feel like our lives have just been turned upside down. I lay watching my husband, no it definitely isn't fear of my husband keeping me awake but maybe more fear of myself. A sinking feeling that I may have just ruined my marriage, my life and hurt the only man I have ever truly loved.