Tuesday, April 4, 2017

72 Hours by Bella Jewel

It’s all part of his sick game. A game he’s been planning for an entire decade. Now everything is perfect: One woman and one man have been selected. They used to be a couple—and they can no longer stand one another. They are the perfect victims. He doesn’t intend for the game to be easy. He wants to push them to the brink of insanity, to make his hunt real. . .

The couple has been captured and dumped into a massive wooded area. There’s only one rule in this fatal game: They will have 72 hours to find a way out before the sadistic serial killer begins his hunt . . .But what he never could have expected was the explosive passion that ignites between the two ex-lovers—one that makes them strong. Fierce. And determined to do whatever it takes to escape—and to survive. . .

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4 Intense Stars

Wow! 72 Hours had me on the edge of my couch. Seriously, I couldn't read fast enough to find out what is going to happen to Noah and Lara. This book is reminded me of the Hunger Games, but with a Saw twist. A total mind-f*** read.

Lara and Noah use to date, but after a misunderstanding, these once in love couple are now not speaking. And it is the perfect plan for the mystery "killer" to put his sick and twisted game together. What I love about this read, is getting the POV of both Lara and Noah, and also a glimpse of the sick mind of the "killer."

This mystery "killer" has planned a long time to play a game of cat and mouse with Lara and Noah. As you read, you're not quite sure why he chose these two, but his plan all along is to break them down and have them turn on each other as he hunts them. But Lara and Noah aren't quitters. They may have their issues, but these two fight. And they fight hard. 

 72 Hours is a read that will make you feel all the pain and scariness that the two characters go through to the very end. But don't worry, there is a HEA--it's just a puzzle on how they will get there. 


“Lara, can you please put my mug under the cof- fee machine and press start before you go for your run?” Rachel calls out.
Already done, I call softly, leaning down to lace up my shoes.
Rachel took me in after Noah and I broke up and I moved out. I do as much as I can to help her out, including making sure shes got hot coffee every morning before I go out. She saved my ass. Its the least I can do.
You’re a gem. So I’ve been told.
“I’ll be back in an hour.
I grab my water bottle and move to the front door, checking that I’ve got my phone before heading out. The weather is warm in Orlando today, a soft breeze trickling through the trees.
After pulling my long chestnut hair into a pony- tail, I step out onto the path in front of my apart- ment and put my earbuds in, starting my usual morning jog. I move down two blocks and then cross a road to a local park. It has a path running beside it that goes into some thick forest before coming out close to downtown.
My one hour of peace each day.
I sing softly to the music, pounding harder and faster as my body warms up. Crossing the road, I move past the park and into the trees. The weather instantly cools without the warmth of the sun breaking through, and it dries up some of the sweat forming on my brow. I think about Noah and how much it hurt to see him at the bar last night, let alone with another woman.
Will it ever stop hurting?
A hand taps my shoulder and I scream, spin- ning around to see Noah standing behind me, sweat running down and soaking the front of his tank. I press a hand to my heart, studying him, then pull out my earbuds. Only he would find a way to be on his run at the same time I’m on mine. Cant this man just leave me alone? “What are you doing here, Noah?”
I recently moved into an apartment in the area and was jogging when I saw you. I see you still enjoy running?”
“Why did you move into this area?” He shrugs. “I liked it.
This is too much. “Why now?”

“For a while I was traveling for work. I volun- teered to train some other recruits. Considering you wouldnt talk to me, I needed a distraction.” He shrugs again. “Now I have a little time on my hands and it felt like time to relocate.
I take a step back, my mind reeling. “I want to finish my run, I say. And you’re going to leave me alone.
“Lara, come on, he sighs. “Lets talk about this.
I take a drink from my bottle, ignoring his pleading. My eyes focus on anything but him.
Are you seriously still doing this? he grunts. “I’ve been tryin to call you for months with little success. You ignored me without a word and youre really not going to give me five minutes to explain?” “Explain what?” I ask, crossing my arms. “The fact that I walked in and found you with a woman
on your lap in your office?”
He jerks, and his face grows tight with frustra- tion. You read it wrong.
“I cant imagine how, I mumble.
He uses the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his brow. It takes all my inner strength not to stare at his big, muscled form. Mostly to avoid remembering how good it felt to be tucked into his arms, how secure and safe he could make me feel. He just had that way. He made me feel like nothing in the world could ever touch me when I was in his arms. And then he took that all away in one moment. The only feeling of safety I had left was gone in an instant.

“Is Noah in?” I smile to the young girl sitting at the front desk of the firehouse.
Yeah, hes in his office. “Mind if I go through?” “No, go for it.
I walk down the hall, heading toward Noahs office. I thought Id bring him lunch, spend some time with him. Things have been rough in the last few months, and hes been by my side through it all. Hes seen me at my worst and picked me up when I fell. After Nan died, I have felt like noth- ing is enough, like I’m not enough. I feel like I’m not being the girlfriend he deserves. He deserves me to try, so thats what I’m doing. I’m trying.
I open the door and step in, opening my mouth to greet him when I see her. Shes on his lap, long blond hair flowing around her back, pretty as can be. The kind of woman that looks like his per- fect fit. Shes kissing him. Their mouths, connected, touching—its all I see before my vision blurs, tears clouding it. I feel like Ive been punched in the gut. I stumble back, gasping for air.
How could he do this to me?
I already know how. Because I’m an emotional, broken woman who got her nanna killed because she couldnt control her loud mouth. Then I be- came this weak, pathetic mess who spends most days crying and trying to figure out who I should be and who I am now. Of course hes with another woman. Why the hell wouldnt he be? This is ex- actly what I deserve.

I turn and leave, but not before I hear Noah call out my name.
I run, tears flowing down my cheeks. “Lara!” he calls. “Lara, wait!”
He catches me at the door, hand curling around my upper arm. He spins me around but I shove at his chest, causing him to stumble backward.
“Dont touch me! I scream. Dont touch me. “Lara, it isnt—”
“Get away from me.
I turn and keep going, darting straight across the road. I reach the park and drop to my knees, sobbing with agony, and pain, and regret. Maybe this is my karma. Maybe this is the universes way of punishing me for what happened with my nanna. Or maybe, just maybe, Noah is better off without  me.
Of course he is. I’m worth nothing.
“Lara, fuck, how could you throw it all away? We were together over two years.
His question brings me back to the present. “Se- riously?” I ask, eyes wide with shock. You think I’m the one who threw it away?”
God, if only he knew how much it meant to me. I wanted to marry this man, to have kids with him, to be with him for the rest of my life. Walk- ing in and seeing him with another woman ripped my heart out. It sent my whole world crashing down. Leaving him was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to endure in my life. How he could think it
meant nothing is beyond me. He was the one who hurt me.
He grunts. Yet you wont talk to me, you just broke it off and ran.
I flinch. “It was what I had to do.
He shakes his head, jaw tight. “God, you’re a pain in the ass.
That hurts. Hes acting as if all this is my fault, when it was he who cheated on me.
I dont need to listen to this, Noah. I dont deserve it.
“Thats just the thing, he yells. You’re not lis- tening. You’re refusing to listen.
The familiar sting of anger bubbles in my chest, but I push it down. Be calm. Dont react. It isnt worth getting upset over. “I dont want to hear your excuses.
He makes a frustrated noise in his throat.
I shake my head. I cant listen to any more of this. I cant take any more of this. “I have to go. I turn my back to him and start walking away.
“Fuck, Lara, he barks. “Let me talk to you.

I pick up into a jog and disappear out the other side of the trees, but not before I hear his angry curse. I run until I’m out of breath, but I could swear hes still behind me. I stop and turn every now and then, glancing into the trees, but nobody is there. Yet it feels as though someone is. Hes probably following me—hes protective like that, always wanting to know I’m safe. He doesnt need to worry anymore—I’m no longer his burden.

About the Author

BELLA JEWEL is a USA Today bestselling author of over 18 e-books, including the popular Alphas HearteOriginal series with St. Martin's Press. She lives in North Queensland where she's working on her next novel

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