Here's an Excerpt of Cold Fear to whet your appetite for another suspense with a touch of romance. Release Date December lst 2013
Cold fear slid down
Macy Donovan's spine. Her chest tightened making it almost impossible to
breathe.
Drugged with sleep,
she pushed upwards into a sitting position. Darkness filled her bedroom and she
reached out to switch on the bedside light before glancing at the clock. It
registered four in the morning.
Had she experienced
a nightmare? If so, the trembling of her body indicated the dream had been
disturbing. She wiped droplets of
perspiration from her forehead with the back of her hand. A sudden chill
skittered over her skin, sank into her bones. She flicked a nervous gaze toward
a white lace curtain billowing in a cool breeze.
A peculiar feeling
insisted something wasn't right, that something terrible had happened. Her
nerves set alight, pricked with disturbing unease, and she tossed the sheet
aside before springing from the bed to close the window. For long seconds she
watched the curtain pirouette like a ballerina under full moonlight, as she
tried to recall leaving the window open. She reached out, gave it one hard tug
downward and then secured the lock.
Macy turned and
walked toward her bedroom door. She stilled, waited for her gaze to adjust to
the oppressive darkness filling the hallway before making her way toward her
daughter's bedroom, only to slam to a sudden stop.
A dark menacing
shadow clung to the wall ahead outside Faith's bedroom door. Macy reached out
seeking the wall for support as terror like no other grabbed hold of her. Shock
immobilised her body.
The image wavered
as it moved closer. Large and frightful. The blood in her veins gushed at full
speed, tidal waving to her head.
'You stupid
bitch. It would've been safer for you if
you stayed asleep.' The thunderous clap of his voice boomed through the
atmosphere.
Shit. Oh hell no.
Her body vibrated,
trembled as if she was experiencing a seismic tremor. She opened her mouth but
nothing followed, her words smothered by the closing of her throat.
She sucked back a
terrified breath, tried once again. 'What are...you d...?' Her heartbeat ricocheted off her ribcage at
an alarming rate.
Heavy boots sounded
over the timber floorboards, echoed throughout the house, and beat in her
eardrums, marking out the passing of seconds as he stalked toward her. Her
frantic gaze ping ponged the hallway in a panicked search looking for
Faith.
She had to coax him
away from Faith's bedroom. She spun around, took one-step but her head jerked
backwards in whiplash fashion when he grabbed hold of her dark shoulder length
hair. A gurgle shot up her throat, and she struggled in protest, fought back as
best as she knew how. Whipping around to face him, she reached out and dug her
nails into the flesh of his cheek.
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