An excerpt from Tall, Dark & Furious.
“Oh, crap! Oh, crap! Oh, crap!” Sam muttered somewhat hysterically as she fumbled for the flashlight that had sent her flying a minute ago when she’d decided with the help of the horrifying roar and the little bastard that had taken it upon himself to stop her from leaving, that hiding in the basement was her best option.
Granted, at this point it was probably her only option since Charlie, the traitorous little bastard, wouldn’t let her leave the house. When she’d grabbed her keys and headed for her truck, the little bastard had snapped at her, making her drop her keys and when she went to pick them up he’d grabbed them and ran back upstairs to his new master.
See if she shared her pizza with the little bastard again, she thought with a murderous glare aimed at the dimly lit basement as she grabbed the flashlight that one of the men had dropped during the incident that she was doing her best not to think about since it would probably have her passing out again. Licking her lips, she shoved her phone in her back pocket and turned the flashlight on as she stood up and looked for a place to hide where the incredibly angry man periodically releasing blood-curdling roars wouldn’t be able to find her.