Nightmares of Caitlin Lockyer (Nightmares Trilogy Book 1)

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 Secret (Animorphs, Book 9)

Aggressor (Nick Stone, Book 8)

The Bourne Identity (Bourne Trilogy, Book 1)

The Day Before Midnight

Ethan Justice: Origins (Ethan Justice, Book 1)



















her. "The police won't tell them anything else. They want an interview with you, but the hospital won't give out any more information, either." "But... I don't want to talk about it. Why would they care about me?" I laughed. "Because you're news. They've had almost daily features with lots of pictures of you while you were missing, hoping someone would come out with information that would help the police find you. Now someone's found you and they want to know all about it." I paused. "It

Afterwards we can have dinner somewhere. After that, I'll take you home, if you like. Or, if you'd prefer, I can take you back to my house for a bit." I raised my eyebrows. "I would like to see your house," she said, thankfully. "Okay, so get dressed so we can go have lunch." I left the room, but stayed by the door. She still had trouble with zips and buttons and if I wasn't there to offer a hand, I'd come back to find her half-dressed and in tears, her hands in the freezer, looking for ice to

one night. Her smile remained pasted on her face as she looked up at me. Smiles, claps and a few bawdy cheers followed us as I carried Caitlin out of the club. I could see Marcus shaking his head in disbelief as we passed. I shrugged, smiled and shouldered my way through to the cool darkness outside. I tried to set her on her feet again when we reached the street, but her arms were still around my neck, so she swung around to face me. She was still smiling, looking up at me, but it was too dark

disinfectant. For a moment, the raw wound was hidden again as the disinfectant fumes stung my eyes and they started to water. Caitlin tossed restlessly as soon as the nurse's hands touched her, mumbling something I couldn't hear. My eyes still burning, I had to move to her bedside to discern the words. "Please... you promised..." she whimpered. At that, I dropped into the chair by her bed. I couldn't remember the last time I was this close to tears – primary school, perhaps. The disinfectant

a fucking thing about until she woke up and told me how to find them. The grumpy nurse gently rolled Caitlin on her side so she could reach some the dressings on her back. The first one she pulled off revealed more nasty-looking ulcers and a patch of scraped skin. She reached for the eye-watering disinfectant wipes again as I winced and wanted to look away. I wished that Caitlin was wearing more than her hospital-issue nightdress. Normally, that meant she'd be showing a whole lot of skin, but

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