Images of Betrayal is a suspense novel with elements of danger and romance.
Second Wind Publishing
Tysan Reynolds knows all about betrayal. Her only value in life is to be a weapon on the battleground of her parents’ bitter divorce. Refusing to remain a pawn in their games of revenge, Tysan finds herself living abandoned and alone. While most girls her age are worried about their prom dates, Ty’s biggest worry is how to make enough tips as a waitress to pay her rent. Walker Sandoval walks out of a storm and into her life. Dark, handsome, and mysterious, the photographer begins spending more time at the restaurant when Ty is there. While Ty feels unsure of her place in the world, Walker seems to know just where he belongs. She’s drawn to Walker’s sense of strength and self-assurance. He suddenly appears whenever Ty needs someone tough on her side.
The photographs Walker shows Ty both intrigue and terrify her. Pictures should capture a moment in time and preserve it forever, but Walker’s pictures show events that haven't happened yet. The pictures foretell disaster involving the people Ty loves. When the details of the photos become real life, Ty finds herself in danger along with her friend and co-worker, Sheila. With Sheila's family standing strong with Ty to learn more about their future, they discover there is more to these pictures than meets the eye. Is their future predetermined? Is Walker Ty's only hope to save herself and Sheila's family? When Ty receives a picture of her sister bound and gagged she knows she has to fight to save her sister and herself from the Images of Betrayal.
He was in his mid-twenties, his black hair long and windblown but not unattractive. His deep eyes were as black as his hair. He ordered coffee and a slice of pie.
“Weather out there’s getting bad.” He said as he sipped the coffee. “I thought it might ease up a bit if I just wait it out.”
“Sit as long as you want.” I said, smiling the waitress smile. “I’ll keep your cup filled for you as long as you don’t mind my sitting down for awhile. It’s been a long day already.”
I could feel his eyes on me as I stared at the brown swirls of cream and sugar dancing in my coffee.
“Sounds like a deal to me.” He paused. “You’re a little young to be working here aren’t you?”
I put on my practiced waitress-of-the-year smile. “Of course not. I just look young.” I leaned forward, “It’s just good genes.”
He smirked at me, one corner of his mouth lilting slightly. “You aren’t even old enough to use the meat slicer are you?”
I was too tired to play it off anymore. I slumped back, my winning smile replaced by a more relaxed grin. “No, I’m not. You have to be eighteen to use the slicer.”
His smirk turned to a grin, showing a row of even white teeth. “So you work here after school?”
“Yep, after school.”
I was never good at lying, but the truth wasn’t any of his business. He saw right through me.
“Not true huh? You aren’t in school?”
I didn’t answer, choosing instead to become mesmerized by the handle of my coffee mug.
“Okay, then. You’re a child prodigy who graduated from school at an early age and you work here because it’s a family business. You’re just helping out until you get accepted at the college of your dreams.”
I shrugged and looked up at him. “Sounds good to me.”
His eyes shone with amusement. “No. Okay, how about this?”
Leaning forward, his eyes searched mine, the warmth within them replaced by something else. “Your mom can’t stand the sight of you. Your dad walked out and left you. You’ve been on your own for awhile and no one knows how bad it really is.”
Neither of us moved.