Here I sit in the dark, patiently waiting for the power to come back on, hoping the last of my battery lasts long enough to keep me sane till it comes back on. School work needs to be done, and apparently Teagan is eager to tell her story since she hacked my blog. Hope everyone enjoyed her little word-vomit about Noah 🙂
So now that the free promotion is over for Choices, its time to get back to work writing! I head back to work on Magick this weekend, and I’m also going to finish work on another book that I started a long time ago called Fear. Here’s a little taste, enjoy!
If I run far enough, he won’t find me. The thought ran through her head like a mantra, eclipsing all the doubts that tried to cram their way into her brain. Fear, so potent it was almost tangible, was her constant companion, ruling her actions and driving her paranoia. Every stranger who looked her way, or brushed by her as she emerged from a public restroom, was sent by him, trying to find her. Emma Lucas was on her own and running from a nightmare.
She had left Nashville, Tennessee before dawn, throwing only clothes and her dog, Bridger, in the truck. She stopped briefly at an ATM to withdraw some cash to get started, furtively glancing over her shoulders, knowing he had to sleep sometime, didn’t he? Or was he following her, watching her every move?
She made Kansas City by 2 pm, breaking most speeding laws, and pulled into a branch of her bank to take out the rest of her hard earned money that she had saved and scrimped for over the last four years. The money from the divorce settlement was tied up in IRA’s and annuities. She didn’t have time to close them out. She had to do everything spur-of-the-moment; the last time she ran she had tried to plan it, and he had found her.
She cursed him, loud and long. Damn him, she had made a life in Nashville! Her career as a respected horse trainer was taking off, affording her a nice little house in the country, and he had ruined it, all because he thought he owned her.
They had been married 8 years before he changed. Eight good years, and he had never given any indication of the rage and evil that was in him. He had been controlling, that was true, but at the time she had just thought he had her best interests in mind. He guided her career as an environmentalist, telling her where she should work, how much money she should ask for. He allowed her the hobby of training horses, but only for friends. She never thought anything of it. Her father had been a controlling man too.
The first night he had abused her had come out of nowhere. It had been over something so trivial and stupid. She had gone to dinner with a male co-worker from her firm, and was out late. Nothing had happened, in fact the man was gay, but Tyler Cole reacted out of proportion.
When she had walked in the door, he was waiting, and the first thing she knew was the flash of lightning across her cheek that was his fist connecting with her cheek bone. No slaps for Tyler, he went for a closed fist. She fell to the floor and managed not to pass out, but it might have been better if she had. Before she could recover enough to protect herself, he was on her, his hands fisted in her hair. He screamed incoherent curses at her, calling her adulteress and worse. He slammed her head against the floor repeatedly, and she was later told that the only thing that stopped him from cracking her head open was the thick carpet in the entry hall.
When she regained consciousness, she was still sprawled in the foyer, her body a mass of aches and pains. It hurt to breathe, move, even think. Fearing for her life, not knowing where he was, she left the house and went to the hospital. The police were called, Tyler was picked up and arrested, but Tyler Cole was rich and had connections in Orlando, where they lived. He was let out on a technicality.
Then it got worse.
Emma blocked out her thoughts. All the thoughts did was feed her fear, and she didn’t need that right now. She needed to concentrate, figure out what she was going to do when she got where she was going. Usually a self-confident person, the years of mental anguish and physical terror had preyed upon her self esteem until it lay in tatters at her feet, and the first part of what she needed to do was concentrate on building back that self-confidence.
Well, she had been confident before, she would be again.