COVER REVEAL INDISCRETION: VOLUME FOUR ELISABETH GRACE

INDISCRETION: Volume Four The image was seared into my mind. Imprinted. Emblazoned. Etched.   Did I blame him for what I saw? Or myself, for allowing him the ability to cause the pain coursing through me?   Betrayal was a weapon that cut to the core—the ‘what ifs’ the infection that festered in the wound.   I’d thought we’d had roadblocks thrown in front of us before. Damn. Those would…