The Unbreakable Woman
Book 1 of The Unbreakable Woman Trilogy
Romantic Suspense
Book One of The Unbreakable Woman Series
Sometimes, our lives overlap with others briefly, but in such meaningful ways that they forever leave their mark on us.
Top defence lawyer Alesia Deek is shocked to the core when Frank Deek’s face flashes on the morning news. Her fifty-five-year-old ex-husband is reportedly found in his posh downtown apartment with seventeen stab wounds. A crime of passion, they call it.
Alesia’s eyes widen when the reporter says that the DNA found throughout the apartment and on the murder weapon belongs to twenty-two-year-old Monica Jones, who is charged with the cold-blooded murder of Frank Deek.
Once Alesia’s shock wanes, she decides to take Monica as a client and prove her innocence. No one understands Alesia’s motive for electing to defend the woman responsible for her marriage’s breakdown. But then, no one knows that Alesia knows who Frank’s killer is, but can’t reveal the truth without sharing her incriminating secret.
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The first time I saw Monica, she was sitting behind reinforced glass, her hands cuffed, her eyes hollow. She looked nothing like a killer. She looked like a ghost, a woman already defeated by a life I knew nothing about. But I knew the man she was accused of killing. I knew him better than anyone.
"Alesia," Detective Rourke said, his voice a low gravel on the other side of the glass. He didn't look at me, his eyes were fixed on Monica. "You're wasting your time. She's guilty."
"Everyone deserves a defense, Detective," I replied, my voice cooler than I felt. I adjusted the lapels of my blazer, a flimsy piece of armor against his certainty.
He finally turned to me, his gaze sharp and assessing. "Even when the victim is your ex-husband? The man who ruined you?"
My breath caught. "That has nothing to do with it."
"Doesn't it?" He gave a humorless smirk and turned back to Monica. "This isn't justice, counselor. This is... something else."
He was right. It was something else. It was my penance. And I was just getting started.