Nightmares of Caitlin Lockyer (Nightmares Trilogy Book 1)

Demelza Carlton

Language: English

Pages: 351


Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Six months ago, Nathan's sister was brutally murdered.
Now the 23-year-old playboy desires only one thing: revenge.
Late at night, Nathan trudges down the beach where his sister's body was found. He's searching for answers, but all he finds is a new nightmare: another girl's tortured body.
Only this one isn't dead . . . yet.
The unlikely hero becomes the prime suspect. Saving Caitlin's life was just the start. Nathan must win her trust and unlock the memories hidden in her nightmares to find out who's really responsible . . .before it's too late.

A tiny taste of what's in store:

"Stay away from her, Nathan. That girl isn't good for you."
Stay away from her? I'd go crazy with worry in a day. "You don't know her."
Chris looked grim. "Neither do you. Is there anything you wouldn't do for her?"
"Yes," I snapped. "I wouldn't die for her."
Chris turned around to stare at me, her mouth hanging open.
"Do you want to know why?" I asked steadily. "I wouldn't die for her because I wouldn't be able to protect her any more. What if I missed one of the people who hurt her? I couldn't take that risk. She's too important."

Nightmares Trilogy:

Dark, disturbing and definitely going to mess with your mind - Nightmares of Caitlin Lockyer is the first psychological thriller in Demelza Carlton's Nightmares Trilogy, which includes:

  • Nightmares of Caitlin Lockyer (#1)
  • Necessary Evil of Nathan Miller (#2)
  • Afterlife of Alanna Miller (#3)

The King's Deception (Cotton Malone, Book 8)

The Whisperer

I Survived the Sinking of the Titanic, 1912 (I Survived, Book 1)

In the Time of Dinosaurs (Animorphs: Megamorphs, Book 2)





















He looked scared. "Word from the boss is to listen – see if she tells her anything she hasn't yet told us. You can hear her from the doorway – close enough to get to her quickly if you need to," he said in a low voice. Reluctantly, I nodded once. Together we walked back to Caitlin's room. "... At least you're looking better," I heard Jo's unfamiliar voice say. "Where's your gallant hero this morning? Off polishing his sword? " She paused a moment before continuing. "Oh, come on. The half-crazed look in his eyes, full of guilt for what he did to you, and the anguish he's causing you now by sticking around?

My eyes took a moment to adjust from the bright sunlight outside to the tinted gloom. There were two guys in there – one in the passenger seat and another in the back. The one in the back was breathing heavily, like he'd just finished a long sprint... or he was making an obscene call. I could barely see his face, just his eyes. His eyes were on me, wide as saucers. Pervert. I tried to back away, but the bitch behind me didn't let me. She hit my diaphragm with the heel of her hand, forcing my breath out in a huff.

Most of it was just adding details to what I'd typed in for her, but I stopped dead when I came across something she'd never told me. This I read slowly, trying to commit every word to memory. I lost track of the days, the difference between day and night and any sense of time. Some minutes stretched for hours when I just wanted it to be over, but it felt like I'd only just gone to sleep when someone else would hurt me and wake me up to start all over again. I was always tired. Maybe the pain or the horror of it made me so sleepy.

The nails were curved crescent moons, carefully shaped since Caitlin's fingers had been freed. I could still feel how the jagged edges had cut into my palms when I'd kissed her hands only three days ago. She moved her arm further across me, her sleeve catching on my shirt and revealing the red gouge across her wrist. This scar was darker than the ones on her ankles and with good reason. The rope around her wrists had been so slick with blood it'd felt more like liquorice than nylon. It'd stuck to the scissors and they'd squeaked as I fought to free her, only to find that the rope was the least of the hurts to her hands.

Who are you? I... I barely know you. " She looked as if she might start crying again, her tears held back only by a force of will. I'd seen enough of her tears to last me into my next lifetime – or maybe just an eternity in hell after the end of this one. I answered immediately, all of my prepared beginnings forgotten. "My name is Nathan Miller. I found you lying on the beach. I just brought you in to the hospital. " At this, she looked at her hands, bandaged up to her wrists, the IV drip taped to her already swollen right hand.

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