Aha! I found the cover of TREACHEROUS WISHES. It took me a while to locate it. Today I wanted to give you a little snippet you may not have seen before of Treacherous Wishes. An excerpt that is designed to freak you out if you’re someone who likes a thrill or a chill. What can I say? I’m a ghoul. Plus, tomorrow is October 1 and you know I’m geared up for Halloween and the event on this blog! Don’t forget to stop by every day because there will be prizes from some of the authors. 🙂 So, to get you started, here’s a spooky excerpt from TREACHEROUS WISHES (Ellora’s Cave www.ellorascave.com).
A cool breeze drifted over Tammy’s body.
A hum, like something mechanical, buzzed in the background. Air-conditioning? No. More inconsistent than machinery. A human voice?
On the edge of consciousness, she knew she should feel fear. In its place physical discomfort dominated her thoughts.
Her head throbbed, beating in her temples with an annoying pulse. She lay on her right side on something that felt hard as cement. She couldn’t move and weakness left her listless.
Seconds seemed to tick away into minutes as Tammy fought with the fog in her brain and the lethargy. She tried to move yet again and found her arms tied behind her back and her feet bound. Sharp pain arched through her shoulder blades. Her arms cramped and she gasped. In fact, all of her hurt bone deep. Rough material scratched her forehead, cheeks and nose.
How had she gotten here? Where the hell was here? What had happened?
The draft over her retreated and she smelled something rotten like garbage. Nasty. She wiggled her nose like a rabbit.
Sounds invaded Tammy’s hearing, one by one, as if her body’s defense mechanisms didn’t want to overwhelm her. Subtle shifts occurred in her mind, and the confusion frustrated her. Scratching sounds breached the area, then a clanging.
As if a train passed nearby, the almost imperceptible rumble of a train along the tracks.
Then she heard something else.
Someone hummed a tune.
Shaking her head, Tammy opened her eyes. Blinking rapidly, she gazed through narrow slits in the material over her face. Dread glided inside her like a stealthy serpent. Quivering, she tossed her head again trying to remove whatever blocked her vision. No wonder she couldn’t see well. The scratchy canvas sack covering her head barely possessed adequate openings for eyes, ears, and mouth. Beyond the eye slits the area remained cloaked in gloom. She blinked as her gritty eyes stung. Tears popped forward to wash away irritation.
Through the shadows she perceived a dingy ceiling high above. Ropes hung from one section. The ropes swung with just perceptible movement.
Fine trembling passed through her body as she remembered what had happened.
Someone had attacked her.
Afraid to call out, Tammy listened to the sounds around her while her breathing accelerated and her heart turned to a steady trot.
Don’t panic. Must not panic.
Jeannette. What happened to Jeannette? Shot. The attacker must have shot the girl.
Turning her throbbing head to obtain a better view from the mask, she winced when the muscles in her neck protested. Maybe her attacker had hit her over the head. She recalled the pain, though her memory of the actual event clouded with images that seemed unreal. A dull ache spread along her right side, and Tammy dared to move. A moan escaped her.
Seconds later a slit of light appeared in a hole in the ceiling. Light? Morning? Early evening? Too much natural illumination covered the area for night. How long had she lain here, oblivious to the world?
Sweat beaded on her skin and her breath rasped as new anxiety nipped at her like a wild beast. Next would come the claws of lost control that ripped and tore. She trembled, aware she hovered on the cusp between holding together and certain panic.
No! Get a grip! I’ve got to survive and I won’t if fear paralyzes me. Hawthorne will find me. He has to realize I’m gone by now.
She lay tied like a turkey ready for Thanksgiving dinner in some weird scene from a horror movie. Through her stupidity and stubbornness she’d proved Hawthorne right. By engaging Jeannette in a fiery conversation, she’d allowed Jeannette’s feelings to overwhelm her, and she’d picked up the girl’s colors rather than the attacker’s. When his colors had come, it had been far too late to save Jeannette or herself from attack.
Self-recrimination tensed her muscles. She shifted, trying to relieve the pain. She must find a way to get loose. Now she was in this mess she must think her way out of it. Unease nipped at her.
What would Hawthorne do in this situation?
She heard a change in the mechanical humming and then in the voice she’d heard earlier. A shuffling nearby made Tammy hold her breath. Playing dead wouldn’t work. Unconscious? No. Better to face the fear and whoever had kidnapped her.
Seconds passed in agonizing increments and her stomach knotted with apprehension. Seeing the man who’d taken her from the alley would serve to relieve her in one way. At last she’d know the enemy who had killed her sister.
A board nearby creaked. Footsteps came in her direction, echoed in the cavernous interior. Fright skittered like ants through her veins.
Hope you enjoyed the chill!!!