Excerpts

Nowhere to Run

Angeline closed her eyes, her breathing shaky. Tears slid down her cheeks, as she slowly counted to ten. She clutched the kitchen knife in her hands tightly, the handle slippery with her own blood.

This time he was going to kill her. Of that, she had no doubt. But she also knew she wasn’t going to go down without a fight. She’d fight him to the very end.

She closed her eyes tighter. How could he have found her? After all this time, how could he have possibly known where she was? She’d been so careful in covering her tracks, erasing any trace of her past.’

Her eyes opened quickly, hearing his heavy footsteps. Slow and steady, they moved along the polished, wooden floorboards.

She crouched down in her wardrobe, a silent prayer tumbling from her lips. She prayed for all her past sins, praying for anything to get her out of this nightmare.

Live and Let Die (AKA A Million to One)   ©

Bethany Morgan stood staring, blankly, at the man lying unconscious in her bed. Her hand reached out to gently push back a wayward curl from his blonde hair. She quickly snatched it back, almost as if he had burnt her. In a way he had.

She’d been warned to stay away from him. Warned that he was not to be trusted, someone not to be taken lightly.

They’d told her that he would never let her go. Not until he had finished with her. But she hadn’t listened. Instead, she had blindly accepted the lies that fell from his honeyed lips. She’d believed his lies over the truth from her closest friends. She’d told herself that he would never hurt her.