What's coming next
I decided to venture outside my Suspense comfort zone and write a YA story.
Blurb
Here is a little teaser from chapter three. It gives you a window into Angels hell she calls home.
“Angel, please wake up.” Angel shot up in her bed to find her sisters huddled together on the edge of her bed. Their tear stained faces, and faint whimpering, made her cringe with fear.
“Get in my closet and don’t say a word. I’ll fix this and come back when its over, I promise.” She got her sisters set and swallowed past the lump in her throat as a loud crash echoed up from downstairs. Shit, she’s up. Angel’s heart raced as she rushed down the stairs. The coffee table was on its side and her Mother was on the floor in a bed of broken glass. Her heart dropped as she bent over the motionless body.
“Mom, Mom, are you okay?” Tears burned her eyes as she fought to hold them back, then a faint moan sent a chill up her spine. “Don’t move. I’m going to get you up.” She inched over the shattered glass and lifted her mother. The slivers stabbed at her feet as she moved her mother to the couch. Her mother lifted her head and her eyes were beet red. Angel ran to the kitchen and grabbed a wet dish towel. When she got back she knelt before her and brushed the shards off her pants and peeled back the blanket she was wrapped in. It kept her from being cut and Angel blew out a deep sigh of relief.
“Stay here and I’ll clean this up.” She patted her mom’s knee and stood just as her mom raised her foot, shoving her onto the broken table. She threw her hands out to catch her fall and broken glass slit through her palms and knees as she landed.
“Look at what you did. How clumsy can you be Angel? Get this mess cleaned up and get that blood out of the carpet before morning. What is your dad going to think about you stumbling around in the dark, tripping over the furniture? I’ll have to tell him you were drinking again. You know how bad that will make him feel. His precious not as perfect as he tells everyone.”
Her slurred words and acid tone burned away any compassion left inside of Angel. She stayed in the middle of the glass as her mother stumbled past her. The vibration from her slamming door was a welcome sound and she let her tears fall. She just wanted to curl up somewhere and make this all end but she had to get up to her sisters, let them know it was okay. She opened her eyes and looked at the pool of blood beneath her hand. The throbbing raced up her arm and her head started to spin as the room went dark.
Rough draft, no editing done yet, but it shows her Mom will not win any Mother of the year awards. Let me know what you think.
A hint into the second book of my Guardians of Hope Series,
Blurb:
Excerpt:
Tracy bolted upright in bed.
Her heart pounded in her ears and she was drenched in sweat. Her eyes darted
around as she frantically searched the room. With her chest on fire, she fought
to catch her breath. Her eyes focused, and she groaned. Damn nightmare.
Tracy Tracy Ireland
If I Knew Then
Angel dreamed of a life of freedom. One filled with love
that didn't come with a price. She
fought against the pain until he entered her life. Can he give her what she
needs to let go of the past or will he leave her with a bigger challenge that
will change her future?
Angel fought to keep her family safe from the evil that
threatened to destroy her. She made sure she was always the one in front of her
sisters when her Mother yielded her wrath. Keeping the danger that surrounded
them a secret to lesser the blow she lived a lie that everyone believed, except
for one. He was her only source of happiness until one day he was gone. With
nothing left and no one to turn to she
must outrun her past, and overcome the secret that she fights to hide, before
her Mother destroys everything she has left to hold on to.
Here is a little teaser from chapter three. It gives you a window into Angels hell she calls home.
“Angel, please wake up.” Angel shot up in her bed to find her sisters huddled together on the edge of her bed. Their tear stained faces, and faint whimpering, made her cringe with fear.
“Get in my closet and don’t say a word. I’ll fix this and come back when its over, I promise.” She got her sisters set and swallowed past the lump in her throat as a loud crash echoed up from downstairs. Shit, she’s up. Angel’s heart raced as she rushed down the stairs. The coffee table was on its side and her Mother was on the floor in a bed of broken glass. Her heart dropped as she bent over the motionless body.
“Mom, Mom, are you okay?” Tears burned her eyes as she fought to hold them back, then a faint moan sent a chill up her spine. “Don’t move. I’m going to get you up.” She inched over the shattered glass and lifted her mother. The slivers stabbed at her feet as she moved her mother to the couch. Her mother lifted her head and her eyes were beet red. Angel ran to the kitchen and grabbed a wet dish towel. When she got back she knelt before her and brushed the shards off her pants and peeled back the blanket she was wrapped in. It kept her from being cut and Angel blew out a deep sigh of relief.
“Stay here and I’ll clean this up.” She patted her mom’s knee and stood just as her mom raised her foot, shoving her onto the broken table. She threw her hands out to catch her fall and broken glass slit through her palms and knees as she landed.
“Look at what you did. How clumsy can you be Angel? Get this mess cleaned up and get that blood out of the carpet before morning. What is your dad going to think about you stumbling around in the dark, tripping over the furniture? I’ll have to tell him you were drinking again. You know how bad that will make him feel. His precious not as perfect as he tells everyone.”
Her slurred words and acid tone burned away any compassion left inside of Angel. She stayed in the middle of the glass as her mother stumbled past her. The vibration from her slamming door was a welcome sound and she let her tears fall. She just wanted to curl up somewhere and make this all end but she had to get up to her sisters, let them know it was okay. She opened her eyes and looked at the pool of blood beneath her hand. The throbbing raced up her arm and her head started to spin as the room went dark.
Rough draft, no editing done yet, but it shows her Mom will not win any Mother of the year awards. Let me know what you think.
A hint into the second book of my Guardians of Hope Series,
Last Chance to Run
What if you found out the daughter you buried was alive and
being held captive by a man you thought you killed?
Ron Daily, head of FBI's Counterintelligence Department, races to save his daughter, Tracy, as she escapes from her captives for one Last Chance to Run.
Ron Daily, head of FBI's Counterintelligence Department, races to save his daughter, Tracy, as she escapes from her captives for one Last Chance to Run.
Ron Daily gave everything he had to the FBI. The agency was
his life, the only family he had left since his daughter died. Then his world
came crashing in around him the day he found out the terrorist cell he had
devoted his career to destroy took revenge upon him and staged her death. She
was alive.
Jake loved Tracy and was giving up his career for her the
day she died. Now he must face his past to fight the demons that have her, with
or without her father’s approval.
Tracy Kingsley dreamed of a happy life to only wake in a
nightmare. After years of being locked up and beaten she makes a deal that buys
her time. A deal that would destroy her family if they ever found out.
In a race across international waters Jake and Ron must put
their differences aside and go against the agency they both call family to save
the one woman whom they both love. As obstacles mount, and secrets from the
past come back to haunt them they struggle
to save Tracy from a terrorist cell that vows to get back what’s theirs at any
cost.
She
dropped back onto her pillow and stared at the ceiling. She’d been held captive for over two years
now. During that time she’d memorized every crack and chip in the gray paint on
the ceiling and walls that surrounded her. She clenched her hands and rubbed her throbbing
ring finger on her left hand. The knuckle was crooked, and the nail had a permanent
crack in it. One of her many badly healed injuries from the failed attempts at
escaping. She remembered how beautiful her hand had looked after Jake placed
the ring on it.
The first book in my Guardians of Hope Series:
Rescued from the Dark, published through Black Opal Books released February 16, 2013.
She has
no memory of their love...
Kidnapped by terrorists and sent into a drug-induced coma, FBI
intern Mercy Kingsley awakes with no memory of her ordeal—or the intimate
interlude that got her pregnant. Convinced her child was fathered by her
ex-fiance, she walks away from the only man she has ever loved, determined to
make things work with her ex, a man the FBI suspects is implicated in her
abduction.
He knows the truth, but no one will listen...
FBI undercover Agent Jason Michaels remembers what Mercy can’t
and those memories are breaking his heart. Forced to keep his distance from his
lover and their unborn child, Jason risks his life to protect Mercy from a cell
of international terrorists who want the secrets locked in her memory and have
vowed to get them, no matter the cost. Can Jason convince Mercy to trust him
until she remembers their past, or will he lose her to a man who’ll trap her in
a nightmare world of darkness from which there is no escape?
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Until Next time. : )
Lynda