Saturday 18 October 2014

#MySexySaturday (14)


Week 64 and we are all about the thrillers, the zombie apocalypses, the clowns peeking out of the overflow drainage grate.

Now I don’t have a thriller, even if my first Moonlit Wolves book was describes as “A thriller that turned into mating ritual” but I do have a horror story coming out sometime this month.

I know this isn’t a romance, but it’s only just over 6K, and much more about metal health than anything else, so please don’t push it aside just because it’s not got the emotions a romance holds, it does. That’s all this book is *smiles*

So, nothing sexy, but it’s the closest thing I have to thriller at the moment, so this is all I can give you.

 
She landed like, well, what you’d expect a person to look like when they’d fallen down the stairs. There wasn’t any blood. In all honesty, I stood there waiting for her to get up. Waiting for a moment when she’d roll over, and all would be well.
It didn’t happen.
Laughter had me looking at the top of the stairs but there wasn’t anyone there. I shook my head; I was hearing things. I puffed a nervous laugh before looking back towards the bottom, the girl. Maybe it didn’t actually happen. My head hurt like a bitch. Maybe it had all been a dream.
She was still there, only this time the guy was crouching over her, his fingers in her hair as he twisted it around. He looked up at me, and I nearly screamed; the only reason I didn’t was because I’d stopped breathing.
He laughed; it scraped against my brain, stabbed at my head, and had cold sweat building up along my spine.
Turning my back, I grabbed the rail and pulled myself up the stairs. I didn’t care where I was going, didn’t care that I was meant to find my room, somewhere to lock myself up in, to hide. I just wanted out. Just wanted away from him. Please let me get away from him. 


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