Twisted Rage

The quiet suburban town of New Castle Beach is about to be shaken to its core when the dangerously handsome Luke VanChoy and all of the skeletons from his past, return to town.

Excerpt:
Oh,” Luke began, sounding somewhat disappointed, “I see. Listen grandma, I was wondering if I—“
“If you could stay here with me?” Grandma Kelly cut in, her voice somewhat lowered.
Luke nodded. Grandma Kelly propped her arm up on the kitchen counter.
“Why did you leave home and college to come here, Luke? You aren’t in any kind of trouble are you?”
“No Grandma,” he insisted with a shake of his head, “I’m on Spring Break,” Luke replied, getting up from the counter and walking over to the kitchen table. He sighed.
“So, you drive all the way back here, after three years, for Spring Break?” She shook her head in disbelief. “Something here doesn’t add up Luke.”
Luke blushed. “Okay, okay, you got me,” he said, throwing his hands up in surrender.
“Spit it out Luke!” Grandma Kelly insisted with that big gorgeous smile of hers, staring her grandson straight in his eyes.
“I came back because…I wanted to…I wanted to see Kellie Waters again. I mean, she is still my girlfriend. I write her so much. We write each other. But writing just isn’t enough. I need to see her. I made a deal with myself that I would at least come visit her this year,” he paused for a second, staring over his grandmother’s head and out of the kitchen window as if he were searching for an ending to his thought.
“I love her so much grandma. I really need to see her.”
Grandma Kelly came from around the kitchen counter and walked over to the kitchen table, taking a seat across from her grandson. She reached her slender hand and gently caressed his arm.
“Oh, that is so romantic Luke. You remind me so much of your father. He was so good to your mother, a hopeless romantic,” she said, her smile beaming. “It was really sad when he died. He didn’t have a chance to get out of the house before it burned to the ground.”
Luke closed his eyes. He hated hearing about the fire. When he was nine years old, a mysterious fire had claimed his father’s life. The police had ruled it a homicide. Luke always knew that there was more to the story that had been left untold. His father's body was burned beyond recognition. They had to use his dental records in order to identify him.
“Did they ever find out what really happened Grandma?” Luke asked, his mind taken on a brief trip down memory lane.
She shook her head. “No. Your father’s death was ruled a homicide and it was left at that.”
Luke stood from the table, bending down to kiss his grandmother on the cheek.
“I’ll be back a little later. I have to go and see Kelly. I love you.”
“Love you too, Luke. I’ll save you a plate.”