After almost losing her life in a vicious, bloody attack.
Kat Shaw, a thirty-something divorcee, discovers that there are such things as
monsters. And the predator who attacked her is not human. She starts to develop
unusual skills that have murderous consequences. And she becomes an unwilling
witness, to multiple, brutal murders, seen through the eyes a killer. Thrown
into a battle of Good vs. Evil, she falls in love with two men who are not what
they seem. While her attacker stalks her and continues to murder the innocent,
she has to find the inner strength to take on and fight the demons from hell—to
protect her family and friends while also trying to save her life.
Excerpt
The park was empty at this time of night. All the
children had gone home hours ago. The nights were getting colder and the
evening air bit through my clothes, making me shiver. A light dew clung to my
hair and skin as the darkness closed in
around me, shrouding me from the main road.
After a
long day at work, I made my way along the manmade
path. It was a good shortcut taking
fifteen minutes off my journey. I would soon be home, safe and warm.
What to have for dinner? Hmm. Pizza! Yeah, I’ll
dial a pizza. Treat myself. Why not?
Happy with
my decision, I carried on my way.
Pulling my
jacket collar up around my neck, I tried to beat the cold and the shiver
running up my spine.
A sharp
pain shot through my head, stunning me, and suddenly I was flying across the
path. My forehead hit the ground with an audible thump. Another powerful flash of pain. Black blotches
blurred my vision as I tried to focus on my surroundings.
I attempted
to get up, but something struck my back, flattening me to the ground. The wind rushed from my lungs. I couldn’t move!
A heavy weight sat on my back, holding me down. I struggled to draw enough air
into my lungs. Something sharp penetrated my back, then my arms and the top of
my leg. It was pure agony!
What’s happening? Have I been stabbed?
Tucking my flailing hands under my body, I attempted to get up, a
silent scream trapped inside me, but the
weight held me in place.
Snaking my
body, I wriggled across the compact soil of the path, attempting to pull myself forward. It was no use. I couldn’t even
get to my hands and knees.
My clothes
were ripped from my back as the onslaught continued.
The pain
slowly dulled, even though I was still at the mercy of my attacker. My heart
pounded with fear as this predator snatched at my body. I was shaken violently from side to side. My gut told
me my attacker was male. He was dominant, strong, and overpowering.
Oh God,
this can’t be happening. No, please. I don’t want to die!
Glancing
around frantically for a weapon, I realized I still had my keys in my hand.
Without thinking, I slashed them behind my back with as much force as I could.
They bit into something soft. Warm fluid
flowed over me.
I had hurt him and possibly made him angrier. This unseen
person was going to do the unthinkable. He was going to violate me, rob me of
my life, or both. I desperately needed to get away from this monster. But how? I couldn’t fight back. Damn it; I couldn’t even move.
Nausea
washed over me as my body weakened, my life draining away. A dark mist clouded my mind, consuming me,
consuming my thoughts. I was going to die here in a lonely, dark park in the
middle of London. I would never see my family and friends again.
Why? Why? I want to live. Help me; please help me,
someone!
As if this monster
had heard my silent plea, the shaking suddenly
stopped. The weight lifted slightly, and
I could breathe. Relief washed over me.
Had the attack
finished? Did he think I was dead?
I lay
still, faking death, struggling not to take deep, gulping breaths. I
fought the panic pumping through my body.
I became
aware of a stroking sensation on my back, a light caress. Small strokes,
followed by a sound I could not identify. The strokes became harder and the noise louder. A wet, squelching sound.
What is that?
My head
spun with confusion and panic as I strained to locate my attacker. I saw a
movement from the corner of my eye. I turned but couldn’t focus. It was too dark, and I was in shock.
Warm liquid
ran down my back, arms, and legs. Blood. My blood, but there was no pain, still
no pain.
In a moment
of clarity, I knew I had to move. To get
away before my attacker struck again.
Authors Bio
Tracey A Wood has lived in Staffordshire, in the United Kingdom.
She has been married for over thirty years and has two children. One of her
boy’s lives at home due to being disable
the other has flown the coup. She has three cats that are her babies, and she talks to them all of the time.
Funny thing is they don’t answer back.
She loves snowboarding, skiing, jumping
out of airplanes and bungee jumping. Well, that is when other people are doing them.
She prefers to have her nose in a book or writing
one. She also loves to people watch which her husband is always telling her to
stop doing. She has a job that she enjoys and works full time. Although if she
won the lottery, that might change! She
has also got a very good imagination.
In 2014, she decided to take the
bull by the horns and send her manuscript to Soul Mate Publishing. She feels so
privileged to have her book published, as this is the first one that she has
written. It has made her dream of being a published author a reality. Life really is too short to wait! You’ve got to go
for it. She is still working full time and is also working on another book in
her limited spare time. Her favourite saying is ‘Everything happens for a
reason’ which she also believes is true.
Her books are fast paced and centred on a female lead who finds an inner
strength after being thrown into situations that are beyond her control.
To find out more visit
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/tracey_a_wood
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