The regular Chronicle will be posted this week 🙂
A reader who has stuck by me for quite some time and has been a wonderful addition to our FB group, “R.L. Mathewson’s Neighbors from Hell” has made special birthday request today to get another sneak peek at Tall, Dark & Furious and I couldn’t say no to the incredible kind woman that makes everyone smile.
So, happy birthday, Naja S. Moore 🙂
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.
When the beam of light landed on the large hole in the wall she shook her head and-
Decided that the hole would make an excellent hiding spot.
Decision made, she walked over to the hole and-
“Wife,”came the furious snarl that had her practically diving inside to get away from the man that sounded a little too close for her comfort.
Feeling her heart pounding against her chest, she settled back against the wall and-
Felt her stomach drop.
“Oh, my god…” she whispered as she looked at the stones surrounding her, taking in the black lines smeared everywhere, the claw marks marring the stone walls, the thick layer of dust on the floor with bits of old cloth, and pieces of…of…
“Oh, god,” she mumbled as the flashlight fell limply from her hand and her knees hit the cold stone floor with a thudas she stared down at the small bones surrounding her.
In a daze, she looked up at the claw marks marring the walls and ceiling, trying to comprehend what she was seeing only to go still when she realized that she wasn’t alone. Swallowing hard, she shifted until her back was pressed tightly against the stone wall, really hoping that the rather angry man glaring at her through those terrifying red eyes would be willing to overlook the fact that she’d kicked him in the balls.
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