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  Poison Pen

  Jacquelin Thomas

  Poison Pen © 20I8 by Jacquelin Thomas

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  ISBN: 978-1727644630 (Print)

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  All rights reserved.

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  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  Cover Design: Rebecca Pau (The Final Wrap)

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  About the Author

  Prologue

  The October weather was cool, and the wind was howling, the eerie sound bouncing off the tombstones, some centuries old, and others like the one nearby, erected a few days ago.

  All around, fearless magnolia trees stood sentry over the graves as the wind whistled through fresh cut grass.

  Across the grounds a stream of cars including a black hearse were parked at the curb, while black-clad mourners sat beneath a tent to say final goodbyes. Some of them could be heard crying while one after the other laid flowers atop the coffin.

  The headstone closest to them felt cold to the touch.

  “I never thought we would end up here in such a cold, dark place.”

  “This is all your fault. You just had to seek revenge. Why couldn’t you just do the right thing for once?”

  “I couldn’t let her win.”

  “Look around you. We’re in a cemetery. You call this winning?”

  “What did you expect me to do?”

  “To become a better person. After everything that’s happened, you haven’t learned anything. Now it’s too late.”

  “What do you mean that it’s too late?”

  Chapter 1

  June 2008

  “Babe, it’s just a book signing. It’s not like you gonna meet the president.”

  Bailey Hargrove sent a sharp look toward her boyfriend. “Colton, I’m about to meet my favorite author—the woman whose books have gotten me through the best and worst of times. I have all of her books and this is the first opportunity I’ve ever had to actually be in the same room with her.”

  She eyed her reflection in the mirror. The black pants and top in hot pink complimented her deep caramel skin tone and her figure. She wasn’t overly dressed up, but professional enough. Bailey wanted to make a good first impression.

  Seated on a corner of the bed, Colton chuckled. “You know you sound like a groupie.”

  Running her hand down the front of her slacks, she said, “I’m just a huge fan of her work.”

  He downed the last of his bottled water. “Well, I hope she appreciates your support.”

  “I emailed Harini last week and told her about my book. She asked me to bring a copy of my synopsis. Harini Samuels actually wants to read my work. This is super huge…”

  Colton inclined his head, asking, “What’s so special about her?”

  “Her books are riveting,” Bailey responded. She glanced at the clock on her nightstand. Her co-worker and friend, Cassidy would be arriving shortly to pick her up. Bailey pointed to a book on the nightstand. “That’s her last book.”

  He picked it up and stared at the photograph on the back. “Isn’t she local?”

  Bailey nodded. “Yes, she lives here in Philadelphia. When I was transferred here, I felt like it was confirmation that Harini and I would connect.”

  Colton put the book back on the nightstand. “And here I was thinking you moved to Philly to be closer to me.”

  Bailey smiled at her boyfriend of four and a half years. “Colton, you know I love you and I hated the long-distance thing.”

  Her phone vibrated.

  “Oh… Cassidy and Maurie are downstairs.” She planted a kiss on Colton’s lips. “You going home?”

  “I’ll probably hang out here until you get back.”

  “I’ll see you later then.”

  “Have fun.”

  “I’m super excited.” Bailey dashed out of her apartment, taking the elevator to the lobby area.

  She walked outside. The afternoon sun baked the city street, softening the asphalt surface making Bailey’s every step an effort. The heat wave bounced wildly off the flat concrete walls of the high-rises and beat against Bailey’s face like the licking flame of an open fire. She could feel the perspiration spring out like a flood all over her body just walking from her building to her friend’s car.

  “I feel like I should’ve brought a change of clothes,” she said from the backseat. “I thought it got hot in Raleigh, but this heat up here is just as bad.”

  Cassidy laughed. “Just wait until it gets cold. You’ll be wishing for summer.”

  “I don’t know about that.”

  “Why are you so dressed up?” Maurie asked. “It’s just a book signing.”

  “I want to make a good first impression,” Bailey responded. “I have my business cards and a copy of my synopsis per Harini’s request.”

  Since graduating from college and leaving North Carolina four months ago, Bailey’s life was in an upward swing. Her first manuscript nearly finished, she felt one step closer to her lifelong dream of becoming a published author.

  “I’m so sick of being on display for a bunch of people I care nothing about,” Harini complained while slipping on her Louboutin’s. “Pip, you know I detest these things. Everybody wants to talk and take pictures with you… all I want to do is sign my books and go home.”

  “You should be more grateful. You write books… you do book signings. There are thousands of writers who would do just about anything to be in your shoes. New York Times… USA Today bestselling author… you’re where you want to be. If you have to engage and smile for the camera—do it graciously. Without your readers—you don’t have a career.”

  Harini nodded, then took a sip of water. “Don’t get me wrong, I love the perks… luxury hotels, great food, car service, but you know I don’t like people. I can only tolerate them for short periods of time. Some chick already reached out to me about writing. I can’t believe I told her to bring me a copy of her synopsis—I guess she caught me in a good mood. I hope this one knows how to use spell check.”

  Pip chuckled.

  “I wonder if a certain author has the nerve to show up tonight,” Harini said. “She threatened to whip my butt the next time she saw me.”

  “Maybe if you stayed out of her business, Joyce Baines wouldn’t make such threats. I don’t know why you engage in such high school antics, and on social media no less.”

  “She’s the one who’s upset. I only spoke the truth and it wasn’t like I mentioned her by name. I simply posted that authors need to be careful when they’re on tour with other authors. Word gets around about what and who you’re doing,” Harini said, smiling at her brother. “Rumors are swirling that she slept with an author who is married, then the very next night, she had sex with a different author. That’s just messy.”

  “It’s her business, sis. It doesn�
�t have anything to do with you. Besides, it’s all gossip.”

  “Oh, it’s true,” Harini said. “One of the guys took pictures and I have copies. He told me that she couldn’t get enough. He said she was a sex addict.”

  “I don’t want to hear this,” Pip responded. “I don’t care what other people do—has nothing to do with me.”

  “You know I didn’t start this war. Joyce never should’ve contacted me about a stupid title. She actually tried to say I heard her talking about it and that I stole it.”

  “Didn’t you?”

  She glared at her brother. “She doesn’t own it. You can’t copyright a title or none of us would have any.”

  “Why can’t you just be the bigger person for once?”

  Harini mentally ordered herself to remain calm, despite the agitation she felt. “I’m a great person, Pip. All I’m trying to do is help others be successful, but they are just so petty and jealous.” Harini believed the best way to avoid being hurt, one had to hit first.

  She had never been one to back down from a fight and she wouldn’t start now.

  “If you’re as great as you think you are—why can’t you keep any friends? Every six months or so, you have a new best friend.”

  “Whatever…” Harini rose to her feet. “I guess I need to finish getting ready for this signing. You staying here or coming with me?”

  “I might pop in for a bit.”

  “If not, I’ll see you when I get back.”

  “Remember these are your adoring fans. Be nice.”

  “Yeah… yeah…” Harini picked up her purse and checked her appearance in the full-length mirror before heading out. She learned a long time ago that to matter, she had to be the best. Being second best was not an option.

  Bailey and her friends arrived early enough to grab seats on the second row.

  “This is so cool,” she said, her eyes bouncing around the bookstore, landing on corner and end displays of bestselling books, the in-house coffee shop, reading chairs and couches. “Harini must be so excited about her signing. I know I’d be.”

  “I imagine it must get old at some point,” Cassidy responded. “And exhausting.”

  “I don’t think I’d ever get tired of meeting my readers.”

  “I was talking more about the traveling. A different city each day.” Cassidy placed a hand on her stomach. “I’m tired just thinking about it.”

  “Feeling nauseated?” Maurie asked.

  “A little.” She pulled out a tiny pack of saltine crackers. “After I eat these, it should ease off.”

  Maurie handed Cassidy a bottle of water from her purse. “That’s what I dread about getting pregnant—having morning sickness.”

  “Are you and Lucas thinking about starting a family?” Bailey asked.

  “We are,” Maurie said with a nod. “We’ve been married for a year. We’re ready to become parents.”

  Bailey glanced around. All the chairs were filled, and people were lining up in the aisles. “Standing room only. I’m glad we got here early.”

  Cassidy agreed. “There’s no way I could stand through this signing.”

  Bailey loved the smell of books and coffee. She used to spend hours in a store similar to this one, reading while sipping a cup of coffee or hot chocolate back home in Raleigh, N.C. She would sink into an empty chair as she paged through a book. Caught up in the memory, Bailey ran her fingers over the raised bumps on the cover of Harini’s new release.

  It was time for the event to begin.

  A sudden murmur of excitement rippled through the bookstore behind them. Several splashes of light came down the room from fans taking photographs. Bailey didn’t have to turn around to know Harini had made her grand entrance. The sound of whispers plotted that better than radar.

  Harini passed her row. Bailey couldn’t help but notice the certain free stride in the way she walked. She wore a black tailored suit with a bright, yellow scarf hanging from her shoulders. Her natural hair was a honey blond color and piled high on her head in an explosion of curls.

  After a brief introduction, Harini walked up to the podium.

  “Thank you all for coming,” she said. “What a great way to spend the evening, huh… surrounded by books, the tantalizing aroma of fresh brewed coffee and the thrill of finding that next great read.”

  The audience exploded in applause.

  Harini’s smile was brilliant. “This is my favorite thing to do,” she said. “Meeting my readers, so I can’t say thank you enough. Please know that I appreciate you all.”

  Bailey stared into Harini’s hazel brown eyes. There was a teasing laughter in them. Her lips parted in a smile as she breathed out the words, “I’m really excited about this story. I had so much fun writing it. This is the fifth book in the Secrets and Lies series. I hope you’ll enjoy Meghan’s journey into the shark-infested waters of dating and finding Mr. Right. Although for her—it’s probably just Mr. Right Now.” She chuckled. “I’m pretty sure we can all relate to her at some point in our lives.”

  Harini read a passage from the book, then answered questions from the audience.

  Bailey tapped her foot softly while waiting for the moment she would be able to talk with her favorite author.

  She was one of the first ones in line to get her book autographed. Slowly Bailey moved up the aisle, patiently waiting her turn.

  Finally.

  Harini showed even, brilliant white teeth when she smiled. “Hello. Thank you for coming.”

  “Hey,” Bailey greeted in return. “I’m so excited to meet you. I’m the person who contacted you and you asked me to bring my synopsis.”

  Harini’s brows rose in surprise. “You’re not quite what I expected, but it’s nice to be able to put a name to a face. So, you’re working on a novel?”

  Bailey wasn’t sure how to feel about her comment but chose not to be offended. “Yes, I am. It’s almost done.” She was acutely aware that Harini could sometimes be abrasive in her tone, but she didn’t get that vibe from her.

  “Congratulations,” Harini said.

  “I’m hoping to submit my book to publishers within the next month or two, so any advice you have, would be greatly appreciated, Miss Samuels.”

  “There’s no need to be so formal. You can call me Harini. Where is your synopsis?”

  Bailey pulled it out of her tote and handed the paper to her.

  Harini autographed her book, then said, “I’ll be in touch.”

  “Thank you,” Bailey murmured. “Oh, do you mind if I take a picture with you?”

  “Not at all.”

  Mindful of the others waiting in line, Bailey had Maurie take a quick photo of her and Harini.

  “Thank you again,” she told Harini and moved out of the way.

  She’d read posts by other writers praising the bestselling author for mentoring them—Bailey hoped and prayed to join this elite group. Having someone like Harini mentor her would be a dream come true.

  Chapter 2

  After the signing, Bailey and her friends walked over to the deli across the street from the bookstore.

  “I’m starving,” Cassidy said. “I’ve been craving a cheesesteak all day, so that’s what I’m getting.”

  Maurie and Bailey decided they would have the same.

  “I’ve only been to a couple of signings back home, but they don’t compare to this one.” Bailey laid down her menu. “I’m so excited over meeting Harini. I could sit at her feet and listen to her talk all day long.” She took a sip of her water. “I can imagine how cool it must be meeting your fans.”

  “Are you finished with your book?” Cassidy asked.

  “The first draft is done,” Bailey responded. “I’m in the rewriting stage.”

  Maurie wiped her mouth on her napkin. “You’re the first writer I’ve met—you know, someone who isn’t already published.”

  “I’m really enjoying this journey. For as long as I can remember, it’s all I’ve ever wanted to do. The o
nly reason I didn’t pursue it sooner is because my parents said I needed to get a real job.”

  “That’s what I always thought,” Cassidy said, “Writing should be considered a hobby. Not something you do to make any real money. You know, the whole starving artist thing.”

  Bailey settled back in the booth. “Harini’s done well, don’t you think?”

  “There are a lot of authors out there struggling though. She’s just one of a small percentage of authors who is actually making a living off writing.”

  “Cass, don’t be so negative.”

  She looked at the person sitting opposite her. “I’m not trying to be, Maurie. I have faith in Bailey and the little bit I’ve read of her manuscript is really good.”

  “I’m not worried,” Bailey said. “I have faith in myself as a writer.”

  They finished eating and left the restaurant.

  Bailey stared out the passenger side window of Cassidy’s car during the drive to her apartment located in North Philly.

  They turned on her street nearly twenty minutes later.

  The tenement buildings were all alike on this block—they had all seen better days.

  One day I’m going to live in a beautifully decorated penthouse apartment. I’ll have someone to open the door for me… maybe even a chef. I just need to sell my book. I know this is the one.

  “What are you thinking about?” Cassidy asked, cutting into Bailey’s thoughts.

  “How my life will change when my book is published.”