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Especially when you stumble upon a cave and awaken two demons.
Rumors and superstition.
That’s what Emma thinks about local gossip concerning her grandmother’s “cursed” private island. Emma journeys to the island to ready it for sale. While out exploring, she unearths a hidden cave–a cave which holds answers to the island’s dark past.
There may be more to the rumors than she thought.
THE ISLAND is On Sale for 99 cents!
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THE ISLAND Excerpt:
The dark-haired
man stood several steps from the front door. In daylight, she saw little more
than she had the night before. His head was bowed. Long, dark hair hid his
face. His broad torso was heavily muscled. His skin was like mahogany. He was
easily a foot and a half taller than she was. The man he called Thim stood
several paces behind him.
In spite of the
cold seeping from the glass window, both were still dressed in loincloths. “Why
are you dressed like that? It’s cold outside.”
“It is what we
have,” the dark-haired man answered.
The albino
brazenly met her gaze. Though he was several inches shorter than his
counterpart, his demeanor was by far more intimidating. Something restless and
calculating lurked behind his colorless eyes. His skin was flawless, his body
angular, and his limbs, long and athletic. Muscles tense, he looked ready to
spring at a moment’s notice. Emma’s gaze traveled down to the albino’s hip. One
of the ties on his loin cloth was almost undone.
She quickly
averted her eyes. “Where is my grandmother right now?”
“She is in the
cave,” the dark-haired man replied. “You saw her.”
“And then I woke
up here.”
“We brought you
home. We are concerned for your well-being.”
“I have
bruises,” she accused.
The dark-haired
man turned his head slightly as if to consult with his counterpart. “Thim may
have been heavy-handed with you,” he answered, his voice hardening. “He will
apologize.”
The albino
tilted his head and raised a pale eyebrow. His look was anything but an
apology.
“Go away!” Emma
said.
“We need to
speak to you.” The dark-haired man asserted. “We wish you to come out.”
Emma laughed at
the absurdity of his request. “I don’t think so.” Backing away from the window,
she scanned the room. The hammer was missing, the knife she’d been carrying the
night before was god knows where, and she had nothing in the cabin to fight
with.
“Come out,
Emma.”
She froze. “How
do you know my name?”
Silence. Emma
dove for the box she’d packed her grandmother’s silverware. She ripped off the
tape and pulled out a fork. I have a fork. Great. I’ll fork them to death. The
butter knives were at the bottom, wrapped in newspaper. Desperate, she dumped
the box upside down.
“We have not
come to harm you.” The man’s melodic, deep voice came from the other side of
the door.
Her heart leapt
at his proximity. Suddenly, the door seemed paper-thin. Emma shook one of the
butter knives from the newspaper wrapping. Blunt-tipped, it was better than
nothing. Keeping a distance from the front door, she maneuvered herself so she
could see out the window. The dark-haired man still stood on the porch. The
albino was gone.
“Where is your
friend?”
“Thim is
not my friend.” His answer was sharp.
Emma tried to
see behind the curtain of the man’s long hair. “Why won’t you look at me? What
are you hiding?”
“Hiding.” He
seemed to ponder her question. “I am hiding nothing.”
“Then look at
me.” Get as much information as you can, her inner voice chattered. You’ll
need it when you tell the police. “So, he’s not your friend. Thim is an
odd name. What’s yours?”
He paused before
answering. “Itu.”
Don’t ask him
anything else. The thought took her off guard, but she felt compelled to
pay heed to it. “You’d better go because my friends will be here soon,” she
said, clutching the butter knife. “And they’re bringing the police.”
His low
answering chuckle caused a chill to creep down her spine.
“I know you’re
holding Fae hostage!” she accused. “Let her come to me and then we’ll talk.”
“I do not have
control on whether she…comes to you or not.”
A small shuffle
from behind made Emma turn with a start. The albino stood a fingers-breadth
behind her, an amused smirk on his face. Snatching the butter knife from her
hand, he threw it with force across the room. Before Emma could scream, there
was a sharp pain in her head and everything went black.
The Giveaway!
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3 comments:
I finally got your book - I searched our Canadianland version of Amazon last week and couldn't find it!! But now it is done, and I will discover why there's a bell on the island!!
Happy hop:)
Awesome, Anne! I hope you enjoy it :)
A scary excerpt. The book sounds terrific.
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