Can a childhood pact affect the lives of three adults?
Love and betrayal surrounds the lives of lifelong friends Lanie Rhodes, Grant Bennett, and Dane Voight. Years ago, they made a pact to remain together as friends forever. The boys also made another secret pact that same day—to never vie for Lanie’s love.
Grant and Lanie have secretly been pining for one another since they were children.
Now grown up, they finally admit their feelings for each other and what ensues is a twisted tale of deception as Dane does everything he can to stop them.
The story weaves around this uneven love triangle. What will happen to the pact? Will friendships be destroyed? Will lovers emerge?
“The Cliff is a heart pumping romance that will draw you in from the first page.” – Lacey Wolfe, Sarah’s Chase and Finding Home
“With a clever twist to her cliffhanger chapter endings, Christie A.C. Gucker has written an emotionally compelling novel about love and betrayal.” – Sarah Carr, Revealing Hamilton
The closer we got to the cliff, the more my stomach tightened. I couldn’t tell if it was excitement or paranoia giving me some six-pack abs. I wonder if I could market that? I felt the car shift from a smooth ride to a rough one as Pierre made the turn onto the gravel road that led up to the cliff top. My heart rate accelerated. I began to gather my things and check my hair and makeup in the window. Like I could see how tired I probably looked. I know I felt it.
I looked pale in the dim light, but I was light-skinned to begin with. I grabbed my blush and eyeliner out of my purse for a quick touch up. My light green eyes actually did look tired, so I gave them a quick outline in black. I pulled my long, caramel-colored hair out of the bun it was presently in, and let it fall in loose waves over my shoulders. I finished off with some lip gloss and a quick check on my clothes. I stared at my reflection in the window of the car. I was a pretty girl whether I was dressed to kill or in my most comfortable sweats with no makeup at all. I had no shame in saying this, because I looked like my mother and she had been beautiful.
As the car ambled up the drive, even in the twilight, I could see it. The widow’s walk, it beckoned me. I realized how badly I had missed being home. As we came around the final bend, I said aloud, “I’m home, anyone there?” and then my heart sank. No one was there.
When one of us was away, the homecoming was quite a production. Everyone would be waiting with hugs and kisses. Since our parents had all moved to warm sunny places and each of us had taken over ownership of our respective childhood homes, it was a smaller reunion. Of course, I can’t forget to add in any “peripherals” that may have attached themselves to my guys … whatever. No one had lasted very long—so far. But my boys weren’t here to greet me, neither of them.
What the hell? I had texted them both when we pulled away from the airport. I had received a reply from Grant. But he was a no show. Damn. They blew me off. I could feel my eyes welling up with tears and I bit my lower lip to help hold them back. I was an emotional lip nibbler. I couldn’t tell if I was pissed at them or sad. I had been really looking forward to seeing them.
The car rolled to a stop in front of my cottage. I opened my door too quickly and literally fell out, trying to rush inside. They didn’t come see me, so my intention was not to let them see me. So there! I think I actually stuck my tongue out. Pierre just smiled, helped me up and went to get my luggage.
I headed to the door and tried to open it, but something on the other side was blocking it. I gave a little push and it gave way. The house was pitch black. I reached for the hall light and felt something that should not have been there.
The air rushed out of my lungs until there was nothing left to scream with. I heard myself gasping for breath and then something else. Was that a snicker or a growl? I turned to run out the door, but the door closed in front of me. And then I felt it. A hand. I began to flail my arms wildly at nothing, hoping to fight off my invisible assailant, but then I felt a very familiar tingling.