Beltway Betrayers
Taylor Marsh
Publication date: May 12th 2017
Genres: Adult, Psychological Thriller

 

 

 

 

There’s a secret.

A woman is heard whimpering in a parking garage.

A dark side to the powerfully rich is exposed.

And Alex Gantry is at the center of it all.

After several frightening events that shook Alex’s world, things have settled down.

So it seems…

Elite life coach, Alex Gantry, is enjoying her new life in the Washington, D.C. Beltway.

T.J. Gale, who’s part greenpreneur, part leader of a quick-strike unit of former military and intelligence professionals, has set her heart aflame.

Alex and T.J. are in love.

Enter Jett Spence, a man who once was part of T.J.’s world but who is now an unknown, because no one can tell whose side he’s on.

Two thousand miles away in Hollywood, Alex’s old haunts, the powerful producer Brian Marks is falling apart because he’s lost her. The woman he never thought would leave him is now in the bed of a younger man.

In New York City, T.J.’s ex-wife, Lisa, is looking to get even with the woman she thinks destroyed her marriage. Her vengeful father Davin Dalaney is eager to help because T.J. is no longer willing to ignore his criminal profits.

Brian is intent on getting Alex back.

Lisa wants to make her pay.

And T.J. is attempting to keep her safe.

Alex believes she can take care of herself, but being with T.J. has taught her it’s not always that simple.

From the Washington, D.C. Beltway to Los Angeles, California, the stakes couldn’t be higher.

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Excerpt:

COPYRIGHT, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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A DIVISION OF TAYLOR MARSH, LLC
He had everything but her.
Brian was on the outside with no way in – a situation completely foreign to him.
Another man had won and this was not only unacceptable, but unfathomable to him.
“I’m not giving up,” Brian Marks said under his breath.
The chase over, he had run aground.
Left splayed at the surprise delivered by the only woman who had ever challenged him, Brian had told Alex he understood. He’d even stopped calling.
The wound remained open. The only remedy he knew was to ignore how she felt, replaced with what he wanted.
A waft of stale alcohol escaped his mouth in a belch. He pushed himself off his couch, walking across the room to stare out at the expanse of the Pacific Ocean. The intense heat of an Indian summer day was gone. The smell of his inebriation remained.
The black sea in the dark night battered the shore, mist targeting him like tears, mocking his despondency but mistaking his mood. He could hear the boom of the waves but couldn’t see the sea. The moon in the sky created a light beam across the black water that appeared to be a celestial bridge. The setting was fitting for a noir film. It was a mirage that could hypnotize the onlooker into believing it was a short walk to touch the moon. But Brian wasn’t thinking about romantic images. The constant crash of the waves accentuated the beating pulse in his head.
Walking over to the kitchen, he opened a cabinet door. He popped the childproof cap off and took out two pills, swallowing them with water from a glass sitting in his sink.
Over and over, he replayed the cutting remarks Alex had delivered, which to him felt conjured out of nowhere. A typical woman’s response, he thought, without one rational element attached.
“Why do I have to account for every move I make?” He hissed, mocking what she had said to him. Like I ever would expect that of her.
Of course, Alex didn’t say that to Brian. When rejection makes a direct hit on a man’s ego and lodges in his heart, the double whammy obliterates his ability to comprehend his circumstances.
Men take rejection much differently than women.
There was no stronger proof of this universal law than Brian Marks, who came from a “boys will be boys” world. The era where womanizing and philandering were perks of power bestowed on men. He worked in an industry where sexism in casting was the creative norm. The writers, most of whom were men, were producing the screenplays that portrayed women’s roles as extensions of the male characters carrying the film. It was a power structure that existed through a moneyman’s vision driving the film, handed down to a male director to manifest.
If I’d disappeared, moved across the country without talking to her… What had made her do it, drop everything and move to Washington, D.C.?
Brian stood, watching the sea, a man alone talking to the gods, who were laughing at his weakness.
The waves beating the shoreline were confirmation that the pounding in his head was more than the drumbeat of his fury. The power of the ocean, the crashing waves and their retreat became the metronome to a new melody he was hearing.
It threw Brian backward again, memories cascading from inside his heart, while the film of it all played in his brain.

 

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Author Bio:

Taylor Marsh writes smart, arousing romance while deciphering world events. She lives in the Beltway area of Washington D.C.

“Beltway Betrayers,” Book 2 of The Beltway Series, will be out in May 2017 and Book 3 of this series will be out in the fall.

She is a former Broadway performer and beauty queen who was the Relationship Consultant for LA WEEKLY, then the nation’s top alternative newsweekly. Taylor is the author of two traditionally published non-fiction books, “The Hillary Effect,” and her memoir, “The Sexual Education of a Beauty Queen.”

Taylor was profiled in The Washington Post and The New Republic for her coverage of Hillary Clinton during the 2008 Democratic primary season. She became a contributor to The Huffington Post in 2006, and has written for Washington, D.C.’s The Hill, as well as for U.S. News & World Report and for Zócalo Public Square in Los Angeles, among others. As a seasoned entertainer, communicator and speaker, Taylor has also been interviewed by The Los Angeles Times, Al Jazeera Media Network, The New York Times, BBC, CNN, MSNBC, and C-SPAN’s Washington Journal, among other outlets.

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