The Brother
by K. Larsen
Published October 2, 2018
Dark
Romantic Suspense
Liam Lockwood stumbled across a photo in a magazine of his long-forgotten
brother causing buried secrets, heartache and obsession to bubble to the
surface. When Liam sees something he wants, he takes it. He always has and this
time will be no different despite his father's warning.
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Short Excerpt:
Six Months Ago
I saw the headline first. The Tutor Captive Speaks Out For
First Time Exclusive!
I admit I was curious. I’d heard the news
reports. Seen the reporters trying to get the meek redhead to talk to them last
year. I was waiting in line at the grocery store- a task normally done by my
assistant- when I picked up the rag and flipped it open to the article.
Immediately nostalgia sucker punched me. One of the featured pictures showed
the redhead, a young girl and…my brother. I slammed the magazine shut and
slapped it on the conveyor belt with my groceries. Fucking Holden.
When I slip into my car, I yank the magazine out
and read the article. Held captive. Cuts. Love. Emotional abuse. Scars. Moving
on. Single. Raise awareness about abuse and PTSD. Blah blah.
“Dammit,” I mutter. Although I don’t
recall an awful lot from my childhood I do remember my mother and her specific
brand of abuse and my brother’s. I pull my cell phone from my back pocket and
dial my father.
“Liam,” he answers.
“Sir.”
“Burn through the money already?” His voice is
tight.
I groan. “No. Have you seen the latest edition
of,” I flip the magazine over, “People Weekly?”
“Why would I have son? You in it?” His voice
grates my nerves. He has two tones of voice, condescending and stern.
“No, but your other son is,” I say. I run a hand
through my hair. It’s just long enough to consider scheduling a hair cut. My
father would prefer it cropped close to the scalp, but I’ve always kept it
longer.
“Excuse me?” He barks into my ear.
“Holden Douglas Lockwood, remember him? He’s
featured in the magazine.” I wait for his retort. His slew of curses but only
silence greets me. “Dad?”
“I’m here. Come to the house now.”
“Yes, Sir,” I say.
I end the call and toss the magazine on the
passenger seat. I start the car while pulling up Carol’s contact to send her a
quick text that I won’t need her tonight. She texts me back immediately to let
me know she left dinner in the fridge for me.
The drive to my father’s house isn’t long but it
gives me too much time to focus on my the short movie clips that play in my
mind from my former life. Mountain life. Memories of Holden screaming and my
father shouting. Holden coming into our room with blood dripping down his torso
as I cowered in the corner. Holden covering my mouth in the middle of the night
and drawing thin slices along my scalp. What Ma did to him, he did to me, but
less so. And hidden. When I told Dad what was happening he
snapped. Without warning, he threw me in his truck and drove us away. He told
me to never speak of our cabin. To never speak of Holden or baby Laura or Ma
again. Nightmares kept me up most nights until Dad started to beat them out of
me of with his belt.
We started fresh four hours south of that damned
mountain. He created an empire for us. Sent me to the best schools and now I
run the business he started. We have wanted for nothing. I have no idea how
Holden or Ma or Laura faired. Except now- I do. I know they are all dead from
that damned article.
I pull into Dad’s gated driveway and leave the
car running at the front door. His valet takes my keys as I pass by him. I
don’t bother knocking on my way inside. Dad sits behind his oak desk. He hand
carved it. Sanded it for days. Stained it and had his security detail move the
enormous hunk of wood into his office. Two fingers of whiskey reside in a glass
to his left.
“Sit,” he says. I do. He does not offer me a
drink.
“Show me this article.” I lean forward and toss
the magazine on his desk. He flips to the article and reads silently. When he
finishes, he grunts and slaps the magazine closed.
“We don’t have anything to worry about. They got
his last name wrong.”
“But Dad, what about the cabin? There could be
things there that lead back to us. Pictures or, I don’t know?”
“There’s nothing Liam. Holden’s dead. Laura’s
dead and your mother is dead. Good riddance. It sounds like Holden took up her
‘art’. He was destined to get caught.”
“That’s all you have to say? Laura and Holden
were your children too.”
“I let them go a long time ago and you should
have too.”
“Don’t you care at all?”
“No. Your Mother was bat shit crazy. Love made
me do stupid things for that woman. Move that damned mountain to commune with
nature. Live off grid to aid her art. I gave her enough years. I have nothing
left for her-not even curiosity.”
“But Holden, Laura?” I say. “I couldn’t care for an infant on my
own and Holden was too far gone by then. I could however, save you. Are you not
grateful for that?” Save me. The
words sound sincere rolling off his tongue but saving me from Ma and my
siblings didn’t spare me his abuse. I cannot say this however.
“Of course I am. I just…”
“Don’t over think it Liam and don’t tell anyone
about this article. Understood?”
“Yes Sir,” I answer.
“Good,” he says while lifting his glass to his
mouth. I watch the amber liquid slosh back and forth and yearn for a glass of
my own. The first time I’ve heard of, or seen my brother since we left was in a
magazine for being a psychopath and my father wants to simply sweep it under
the rug with no explanation. It baffles me and irritates me simultaneously. I
say nothing to my father because is not the kind of man you push.
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I love when K. Larsen releases a new book and The
Brother was no different! I might have been a bit more excited since it’s a
follow up to The Tutor and I completely LOVED The Tutor. I’m even more thrilled
to see the saga continues with another book… The Best Friend. Larsen can keep
writing them, I’ll keep getting them and devouring them! I really like the
whole book sleeve for The Brother. I loved the red haired woman on the front of
The Tutor and was happy to see it continued on this book. The guy on the front
isn’t exactly as my mind envisioned him but that’s the problem with actually
giving us faces… they will NEVER match up, our imagination can go anywhere and
do anything! However, I really like the cover no matter how much the main
character did or did not look like the guy on the cover.
As I’ve come to expect from K. Larsen, The Brother was
so perfectly written and so incredibly fast-paced. I love this storyline and
these characters. Can I just say… K. Larsen can sure write a sex scene! Yowzas!
I needed a fire extinguisher after reading some of them. And that epilogue! Oh
man, it was so perfect and so not what I expected from this book but I was so
happy with it! Not as much angst or darkness as I expected but I still loved
it!
I received an ARC of this book with the
hope that I would leave an Unbiased Opinion. I was not required to leave a
review, positive or otherwise, and my opinions are just that... my opinions.
