This first one is from Last Chance to Run.
The second one in 'The Guardians of Hope Series.
Taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart, she inched along the wall to the edge.
Tracy stopped and peered around the corner. The truck was
there, just like Pat promised. All Tracy needed
to do was make it across the compound and past the main house. A loud explosion
rocked the ground beneath her, Pat’s diversion worked. All the guards headed
towards the bunkers.
Tracy struggled, clawing at the hand,
wrenching her head side to side, trying to break free. She wasn’t going back,
she’d rather die. This was her last chance to run.
With only a few minutes to spare, it was now or never.
took off in a dead run. She was only seconds from freedom when the front door
of the house flew open. Not looking back she pushed her aching legs harder.
They would not catch her, not again.
Another explosion vibrated the wet grass, pushing her faster. Muffled popping echoed in her ears as bullets whizzed past. She ran in a zigzag pattern, remembering the stories her dad told her, when he explained how that saved his life. Now she depended on everything she learned from him to save her own. If they caught her again, they would kill her.
She dove into the trees. Branches blanketing the ground ripped open her hands and knees. Scrambling around, she searched for something to protect herself but came up empty. She was just a few feet from the security fence that surrounded the compound. It was layered with razor wire and no match for her. She’d already tried climbing it once. The truck had to work, she had to get away.
She jumped up and ran towards it when the blast echoed in her ears. The burn was instant and the impact threw her up against the tree. She gasped as the fire raced through her shoulder. It wasn’t the first time she’d been shot. Pain radiated down her arm as she pushed away from the tree. Damn. Pulling her elbow close to her waist, she crouched low. The truck was only about twenty feet away. Freedom was so close. She stepped forward when a hand snaked out of the shadows and wrapped around her face, covering her mouth.
The next story is my Young Adult, If I knew Then.
This is a story of conviction, courage and the determination of a young girl to survive even when the odds are stacked against her.
Icy cold fingers tightened around Angel’s wrist, jerking her hand back towards her arm. She gasped, and her eyes widened, as her wrist cracked against the pressure. Her knees grew weak and she fell forward, grabbing the crush velvet theater seat in front of her. Her fingernail's bit into the fabric as her mother’s eyes blazed down at her. A high pitch screech filtered in from the hall, and Angel’s heart pounded in her chest.
“That would be your sister unlocking the back door.”
Her Mother’s voice was hard, but not an unfamiliar tone to Angel. Her fingers opened and Angel’s hand dropped like a rock, and she grabbed it, clutching it to her chest. Her wrist throbbed and her fingers were numb, but she knew it wouldn't last. It never did. Her mother always knew when to stop.
“I want everything brought in, and the boxes emptied on stage before everyone arrives. You only have an hour, now get moving.”
Her mother rolled her eyes as Angel dropped her arm, and shook her hand to relieve the pain. The tingling in her fingertips disappeared, and Angel opened her mouth but her mother waved her hand to dismiss her as mother checked her watch.
“One hour, Angel. Not a minute more.”
Her mother turned on her heels, then rushed out the side door.
Angel’s fear subsided, but anger took over as she stomped up the aisle. Her footsteps echoed through the musty dark theater, blocking all other sounds around her. One more year, just one more year. She yanked open the front door. Wincing as the pain shot across her ribs. Angel sucked in a breath, and the cold metal handle slipped from her fingers as she grabbed her side. They said time healed all wounds. Well, they really got that one wrong. The slamming door vibrated across the floor, and she cringed.
“How many times have I told you not to slam that door?” Alice said, mocking their mother’s voice.She stifled back a moan and gritted her teeth. She loved her sister, and the throbbing pain she tried to rub away, was a harsh reminder of how much. Her dad told her to take care of her sisters when his unit deployed last year. He just never knew who she needed to protect them from every time he left.
Now here's a small blurb to my first book, Rescued from the Dark,
She has no memory of their love...
Kidnapped by terrorists and sent into a drug-induced coma, FBI intern Mercedes Kingsley awakes with no memory of her ordeal—or the intimate interlude that left her pregnant. Convinced her child was fathered by her ex-fiancé, 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 have vowed to get the secrets locked in her memory, 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 will trap her in a nightmare world of darkness from which there is no escape?
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