someone of use keeps her within its walls. When she finally takes her
first breaths of freedom, the soldier is sucked back into military
servitude. Her long, violent capture and imprisonment by Rochester
sets her path of physical and psychological terror.
can go before she threatens to lose herself. But when Tomlin and his
team rescues her, she discovers a new threat in the life she chooses
solider finds the key to achieving her new goal: revenge.
I could remember vaguely I had just fought against the muscular man, my body laying on the cold concrete in the fetal position as I nursed my aching head. Usually a good thump or, as I had experienced this time, a smash against the corner of the table, was enough to take me down. So I lay there, my frayed hair collecting the pooling blood from my wound when a loud and foreign noise reached my ringing ears.
It was an alarm, and it frightened me.
Both hands instantly went to my ears as I tried to block out the klaxon, my feet kicking against the legs of my table where I had slept. All I remember is fighting against the sound.
The door opened then, and I was vaguely aware of someone coming in, the door closing quickly. I was still keening and fought to regain some control.
Then the hands came down on my shoulders. A terrifying noise ripped from my throat as I again went into survival mode. Jumping up, I reached out my bloodied digits, aiming for the neck of my next contender before hearing a name spoken aloud.
Both the name and voice were familiar to me and I froze as the man said it again. I shook my head to clear the liquid that was now running over my eye, my own blood from my head wound. I gritted my teeth and grabbed the man around his wrists, forcing him against a wall and knowing I could snap the bones and kick in his knee in one swift move.
The man didn’t fight back.
Instead, he opened his eyes wide and attempted to talk to me, something that was still outside of my understanding. It reached me enough that I was forced to look into his face.
Tomlin. The name reached my lips and brain at the same moment and instantly I knew this person was not after me.
Fighting my primal nature, I flung myself backwards across the room, flattening against the wall and watching the man who in turn was staring back at me, alarmed. He rubbed his wrists absentmindedly, a ring of blood transferred from my hands to his sleeves.
I could tell he was scared for me. I could smell the fear. His own personal defeat was palpable as he tried to reason with me.
Looking back now I am sure he was asking me to calm down, to leave with him peaceably. He held up a sedative that would perhaps make it easier.
I saw him hold up the needle and I went crazy. Tomlin’s eyes flashed disbelief as I hurled myself toward him, my hand raised in combat. I landed four good punches to his face and head before the man threw a strong kick to my midsection that sent me stumbling back, crashing against the wall.
He looked down as his wrist watch chimed. I knew his time was up as he shook his head. With a sad expression, he wiped the blood from his mouth, a heavy line still trailing from his nose, looking back at me one last time before he re-opened the door, leaving quickly.
It would be days before I realized what had happened.
I had sabotaged my own rescue.
stayed away from StPatrick’s complex for twelve years after her
devastating abduction and rescue from criminal mastermind Rochester’s
clutches. When her former lover and friend, Tomlin, calls with the
news of her beloved mentor’s demise, however, she decides to come
back to the school and her course is altered dramatically.
her to return for good. His stupidity was almost his downfall. Now,
life has given him a second chance.
threatening to kill them both and the new life they are seeking.
scars alike, and decide if their paths can really exist together
forever. Passion, sadness, violence, and the resiliency of love await
in Life’s Hope.
I pulled away, knowing if I didn’t we would end up in a compromising situation. On the other hand, pulling the woman back into the pitch black hall and making love to her until she cried out my name did have a certain appeal. I shook my head as I dismissed the idea, watching Seleah’s face flush. I had forgotten that she, like StPatrick, possessed the talent of reading ones intentions. It was much more revealing than most people knew.
She inclined her head, “Another time?” I nodded and closed the panel, watching her from the darkness. Her words held a promise that I hoped was true. Now that I had regained a taste of her, my Seleah was like a drug, coursing through my veins, a disease, ravaging my every thought and making my body tingle.
That my mind only came up with negative comparisons I was well aware. I just couldn’t be sure yet if that was a good thing or not.
Academic Strategist, wife and mother of two. By night, she is Rebekah
Raymond, Calgary writer of thriller/horror, romance, science fiction
2015) andLife’s Hope (May 2016) with the third and fourth installments coming out in 2017.
She attributes her wildly disconnected plots and vivid characters to
automatic and dissociative writing.
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