, Laura seeks therapy and is exposed to a unique treatment called EMDR. She also seeks self-protection— buying a gun against the wishes of her husband. When Laura learns she could have gone to prison had she shot her fleeing assailant, she decides to write a hypothetical legal case using the details of that night. She enlists the help of criminal defense lawyer, Thomas Bennett, who proves to be well versed in the justice system but has an uncanny resemblance to her attacker. As the two work together to develop the story, Laura’s discomfort escalates particularly when Thomas seems to know more about that night than he should. Reality and fiction soon merge as her real life drama begins to mirror the fiction she’s trying to create.
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Run. Run faster. As much as I strained my legs to move, they were immobile, like I was waist deep in quicksand.
Why can’t I move?
I tried to scream for help but my mouth was full, like it was stuffed with cotton—no sound would escape.
I felt something clutching my shoulder. No, it was someone. He was pushing me forward and then yanking me back. I tried to jerk away but he had a tight grip, like a vice.
I have to break free.
The tugging got harder, more forceful. He was calling my name— over and over. He knew my name.
“Laura, Laura.”
I jolted awake—my husband’s hand still on my shoulder.
“Honey, wake up. You’re having another bad dream.”
Slowly, I turned over in bed and looked at him—his dark brown eyes were fixated on me. I could see them clearly as the light from the bathroom brightened our bedroom.
For a month now, we had slept with this light on.
I could see the small wrinkle on his forehead. I loved that wrinkle though wished he didn’t have good reason to be so concerned. I was enduring the nightmares, but he had to deal with my tossing and mumbling in terror.
I remember when we first met—ten years ago in chemistry lab at Georgia Tech. He had walked up to me with those warm eyes and a charming, confident smile and asked, “Want to be partners?”
Two years later he took me to Stone Mountain Park, rented a small rowboat and, in the moonlight
, Laura seeks therapy and is exposed to a unique treatment call EMDR. She besides seeks self - protection — buy a gunman against the wishes of her husband. When Laura learns she could have go to prison had she inject her fleeing attacker, she decide to write a conjectural legal case using the details of that night. She enlist the help of criminal defense lawyer, Thomas Bennett, who proves to be well versed in the judge system but has an uncanny resemblance to her attacker. As the two oeuvre together to develop the story, Laura ’s discomfort escalates peculiarly when Thomas seems to sleep together more about that night than he should. Reality and fiction soon unite as her real life drama begins to mirror the fiction she ’s trying to create. 
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 Run. Run faster. As much as I strained my legs to move, they were immobile, like I was waist deep in quicksand. 
 Why ca n’t I travel? 
 I tried to scream for avail but my mouthpiece was full, like it was stuffed with cotton — no sound would elude. 
 I felt something clutching my shoulder. No, it was someone. He was pushing me forward and then yank me back. I tried to jerk away but he had a tight grip, like a vice. 
 I have to break free. 
 The tugging got harder, more emphatic. He was calling my name — all over and over. He knew my name. 
 “ Laura, Laura. ” 
 I jolted awake — my husband ’s hand still on my shoulder. 
 “ Honey, awaken up. You ’re having another bad dream. ” 
 lento, I turned over in layer and looked at him — his dark brown center were fixated on me. I could examine them clearly as the luminosity from the bathroom brighten our bedroom. 
 For a month nowadays, we had slept with this lighter on. 
 I could see the small wrinkle on his forehead. I loved that wrinkle though wished he did n’t receive good reason to be so concerned. I was enduring the nightmares, but he had to deal with my tossing and mumbling in panic. 
 I remember when we first meet — ten years ago in chemistry lab at Georgia Tech. He had walked up to me with those warm eyes and a charming, confident smile and asked, “ Want to be partner? ” 
 Two years later he took me to Stone Mountain Park, rented a small rowboat and, in the moonlight
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Run. Run fasTer. AS much as I sTraInEd mY lEgs to MOve, theY weRe iMmobile, Like I waS WaiSt DEEP iN quicksand.
Why can’t I MoVE?
i tRied to scReam foR HeLp BUt my moutH wAs fUll, lIKE it waS stuFFeD with cotTon—no sOUnD wOuld escApE.
I felt SoMetHinG clutCHing My shouLder. No, it Was soMEone. He was pushiNG me forward and THeN YAnKIng mE baCk. I tried to jErk aWAy buT he hAD a TigHT grip, Like a ViCE.
I HAve to break free.
The tuGgIng got HardeR, more forceful. he was calliNG MY name— oveR and OVeR. he knew my name.
“LaUra, LaUra.”
I jolted AWake—my huSband’S hand stiLl on my shoULDer.
“Honey, WakE up. you’Re hAVInG another bad drEAM.”
SloWlY, I turneD ovEr in bed And LooKed At hIm—His dark brOwn eyes wErE fIxAtEd oN me. I cOUld see thEm CleArLy aS the lIGht froM the bAthrOoM bRIghTened ouR BeDROom.
FOr A mOnth Now, We Had slEpt wITh tHis lighT on.
I could See THe smAlL wRinkle oN his forehead. I LoVed that wriNkLe tHough wISHed he didN’t have good reason to be so cONcerned. i waS enduRing The nightmAreS, but he Had TO deal wIth my tOssinG aNd mUMBling IN TeRroR.
I Remember whEN We fIrst mEt—Ten yEars ago In chemistry lab at GeORgiA Tech. He had walKed Up to ME WiTh tHOsE WarM eYEs aND A charming, confidEnt smile anD aSKeD, “Want to be pARtnErS?”
Two yeaRs later He tooK Me to StoNe MountaiN Park, rentEd A smaLL RowBoat and, in tHe moonliGht
, Laura seeks therapy andis exposed  to a  un iqu etrea tmen t called EMDR. Shealso seeks self-protec tion—  b u ying agun a gainstt he w ish es  o f h er hu sband . W hen Lau ra learnsshe  c ould have go n eto prisonhad  she shot he r f leeing  a ssa i lant,  sh e dec ides t o  write  a hypoth et i cal le g al case u si ng t he details of tha t  n i ght. She enlis ts the  h e lp o f c rim inal defen se  lawy e r, Thom a sB e n net t , who provesto be wellv ers ed inth e j u sticesyste mb uthas an unca nnyresemblan ce toh er atta c ker. As  the t wowor k to g et he r t od eve l op  th e  st ory, Lau ra ’s  disc omfo r t e scal ate s pa rticu larly when Th oma s se e msto kn ow mo re a bo ut th at nig ht th an  he should. Rea lity  and fict ion  s oon  m ergea s herrea l l ife dra ma begi n s t om i r ro r the fiction she’ st r yi ng to cr eate.A va il a ble at A ma zon 
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Run. Run  faste r .As  much a sI stra in edmylegst o mo ve, th ey wereimmob i le, like I was waist deep in qu i c ks a nd.Why  can’t I mo ve?I  tri ed t o  s cre a m for  help  b u tm y mouth was full, l ik e it w as st uffed with co tton—no so u n d  would e scap e .I  felt somethin g clu tching mys houlder.  No,it was s omeone. H e was push ing  me  fo rwa r d  a nd then yanki n g  meba ck. I t rie d to je rkawa y b uthe  had a ti ght grip ,li ke  a  vi ce.
I have tobr eak  f ree .
The tuggin g got  har de r, mor e force f ul . He w as  c alli ngmy  name — ov e r a nd over . He knew  my name .“L aura, L aura.”
I jolt ed  awake—myhu sba nd’s h a n d stillon my shoulder.
“Honey, wake up . Y ou’re  hav ing anoth erbad dr eam . ”
Slow ly, Iturne dove r in be d an d l oo ked at him — h isdarkbr owneyes we re fixated on me.I  co uld see themcle arly a sthe li g htfr o m t h e  bathroom brigh tened ourbe d ro om.
For am ont hnow, we  had sl ept w i th this  light on .
I could  s ee t h e  sm all wrinkl e on his  forehead .  I lo v ed  that  wr inkleth oug h wis hed he did n’t h ave go od  reaso n tobe  so conc erned. I was enduring t he nig htmar es,  but he h adt o d eal withmy t ossing and  mu mbl ing i n t e rror. 
I r e me mbe r  when  wef irst met— t en  ye a r sago in chem i s t rylab a t G e orgiaTech . He had walked u p  to me with th osew a rmeye s  and  a  charming, con fid en t smile an dasked, “Wan t to bepa r tners ?”
Two  years  laterh e  t o ok meto S ton e Mountai n P ar k , rente das mall r owbo at  and,in the moon l i ght
, Laura_seeks therapy_and is exposed to_a unique_treatment_called EMDR._She_also seeks self-protection—_buying a gun_against the wishes of_her husband. When_Laura_learns she could have gone to prison had she shot her fleeing assailant, she_decides_to write_a_hypothetical_legal case using the details_of that night. She enlists_the help_of criminal defense lawyer, Thomas Bennett, who proves_to_be well versed_in the justice system but has an uncanny resemblance_to her attacker. As the two_work together to_develop_the_story, Laura’s discomfort escalates_particularly when Thomas seems to know_more about that night than he_should. Reality and fiction soon merge as_her real life drama begins to_mirror the fiction she’s trying_to create.
Available_at Amazon
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Book Excerpt

Run. Run faster._As much as_I strained_my legs to_move, they were immobile, like I_was waist deep_in quicksand.
Why can’t I move?
I tried_to_scream for help_but_my_mouth was_full, like it_was_stuffed with_cotton—no_sound would escape.
I felt something clutching_my_shoulder. No, it was someone. He was_pushing me forward and_then_yanking me back. I_tried to jerk away but_he had a tight grip, like_a vice.
I_have to_break free.
The tugging got harder, more forceful. He was calling my_name— over and over. He knew_my name.
“Laura, Laura.”
I jolted_awake—my husband’s_hand_still on my_shoulder.
“Honey,_wake up._You’re having another bad dream.”
Slowly, I turned_over in_bed and looked at him—his dark_brown eyes were fixated_on_me. I could see them clearly_as the light from the bathroom_brightened our bedroom.
For a month_now,_we_had slept with this light_on.
I could see the small wrinkle_on his forehead._I loved that wrinkle though wished he_didn’t_have good reason to be so_concerned._I was enduring the nightmares, but_he_had_to deal with my tossing_and mumbling in terror.
I remember when_we first met—ten years ago in chemistry lab at_Georgia Tech. He_had walked up to me_with_those_warm eyes and a charming, confident smile and asked, “Want_to be_partners?”
Two years later_he took me to Stone Mountain Park, rented a small_rowboat and, in the moonlight