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    Shadowed Seats: Oliana Mercer Series, #1
    Shadowed Seats: Oliana Mercer Series, #1
    Shadowed Seats: Oliana Mercer Series, #1
    Ebook69 pages52 minutesOliana Mercer Series

    Shadowed Seats: Oliana Mercer Series, #1

    By Marguerite Ashton

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    Oliana knows that every family has a secret, but she never expected hers to come from the grave.

    High school senior Oliana Mercer dreams of attending the prestigious Reyersen Drama Academy and pursue her acting career. But when tragedy strikes, Oliana discovers secrets hidden from her by her adopted parents, dimming the lights on her perfect world.

    As the sins of the past surface, Oliana finds herself caught up in a tug-of-war between two families while the love for her boyfriend is tested.

    Determined to find some form of happiness in life, Oliana becomes student director in the high school's senior play. When her best friend, Devin Worthy, dies during dress rehearsal, Oliana is re-cast as the lead.

    Everyone thinks the death was a suicide, except Oliana, whose search for clues may be enough motive for the killer to murder again.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCriminal Lines
    Release dateApr 14, 2018
    ISBN9781386373094
    Shadowed Seats: Oliana Mercer Series, #1
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    Marguerite Ashton

    When Marguerite Ashton was in her twenties, she took up acting but realized she preferred to work behind the camera, writing crime fiction. A few years later, she married an IT Geek and settled down with her role as wife, mom, and writer. Five kids later, she founded the Crime Writer’s Panel and began working with former law enforcement investigators to create; Criminal Lines Blog, an online library for crime writers who need help with their book research. She’s a workaholic who hides in her writer’s attic, plotting out her next book and stalking Pinterest for the next avocado recipe.  A member of Sisters in Crime and Crime Writers’ Association, Marguerite grew up in Colorado. Now she’s happily living in Wisconsin and playing as much golf as possible. 

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      Shadowed Seats - Marguerite Ashton

      Chapter 1

      Sheltered

      Stone cold sober. Those were the words that filtered through my brain as I poked my head out of the opening of my bedroom door, straining to hear the voices of my adopted mom, Traci Mercer and her ex-boyfriend, Marc Drake. They spoke in sharp, loud tones while arguing over their only son, Daniel.

      Marc’s words, I want my son to come live with me, beat through my body as if I’d been the one standing in Mom’s shoes.

      Mom’s comfort zone was being tested. Hold it together, Mom. Don’t fall off the wagon.

      Daniel is our son, and he needs his mother, Mom yelled.

      OMG. I texted Devin, my best friend. Marc’s here. He’s trying to take my little brother.

      What? That’s just not cool.

      Yup. To top it, Mom’s worried about Daniel’s seizures. Now here comes Marc. What a dick.

      A dry lump formed in my throat as I thought about the struggles Mom had been through during her pregnancy with Daniel, along with the daily worries regarding my brother’s health. This new wave of bad news might push the only woman who cared enough to love me as her own back into craving the beer that once pulsed through Mom’s bloodstream daily like a disease.

      Now, it was as if she were on stage and Marc was in the audience, taunting her to miss her lines. Only this was a test of her sobriety, lingering in the rafters and lights waiting to bring down the curtain.

      Having a parent in recovery was tough. It was like walking a trail littered with shards of glass. With every little step you held your breath, hoping not to step on any jagged pieces.

      What can I do to help, Mom? I’m only seventeen, but there must be something I can do, even if it’s to get Marc to leave until Dad gets home.

      I slid my bare feet into a pair of tennis shoes, pulled the door open and stepped onto the hardwood floors leading into the front room. As I made my way down the hall and rounded the corner, the low tones became distinct.

      Marc turned and faced me. Hey kid, how’s it going?

      I’m not a kid. Kids are goats you wannabe Lothario. Mom, I need to talk to you.

      Mom tucked a strand of her salt and pepper hair behind her ear and smiled. Can it wait?

      Not really. It’s important. I walked over to Mom and hugged her, hoping to comfort her.

      Mom squeezed me back, holding me tight. Take the car and go pick up your brother from band practice. We’ll talk when you get back.

      Marc loosened his beige tie, plopped down on the quilted sofa and locked his eyes on Mom. I’ll wait. Besides we need to finish our conversation.

      Mom’s head snapped in Marc’s direction. There’s nothing to finish. My husband will be here any moment.

      Tractor Boy can’t stop me from seeing Daniel.

      Your presence in Daniel’s life has nothing to do with my husband. It was your decision to put the law firm and your women ahead of our son. All of a sudden you have this itch to have him come and live with you? Not gonna happen.

      Marc shot up off the sofa and lunged across the room. The stench of black pepper and fresh-cut wood followed, reminding me of the days I spent at summer camp. You’re an alcoholic. It’s your fault that Daniel has seizures.

      My heart raced as I felt Mom’s body tremble underneath my embrace. Marc was such a mean person. I will never understand what Mom saw in this guy, let alone sleep with him.

      There were enough boys at my school that were beyond hot, but once they opened their mouth, my desire to date—gone.

      Mom pushed me at arm’s length and closed the gap between them. I’m a recovering alcoholic and always will be until the day I die. I will not let you, or anyone else beat me up for mistakes I made years ago. Daniel has grown into a healthy young boy, and my doctor assured me of that. Now get the hell out of my house!

      Mom stalked over to the front door, opened and slammed it behind Marc after he left.

      What if it’s true that we create our demons? Is

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