As I sit here at 6:15p.m. on a Monday, desperately clutching my mug of coffee to stay awake because it’s grey and drizzly outside, I’m struck by a sense of ennui.
Pointless yawning sighs.
Until my cat knocks over his entire bowl of food, causing me to slosh my coffee all over myself and scream loud enough to wake the poodle, causing him to bark and leap at the door like marauding zombies are upon us and this ten-pound curly-headed canine is the last hope for humanity. Tears. I have tears, and palpitations, and an asthma attack.
Yeah. I don’t do with being startled very well.
One might even say I’m a bit of a weenie. A wuss. A total chickenshit.
But I’m okay with that. I’ve put in my time. I played tough in high school, when my two best friends made it their mission to watch every scary movie that ever existed.
All the Halloweens, Friday the 13ths, Pet Sematarys, Childrens of the Corns, Hellraisers, Screams, Creepshows, and damned if I can remember what else they forced me to watch through cajoling, whining, ridicule, and straight up bullying. As a result, even to this day I become nearly catatonic at the sight of the Scream mask. I’d post a picture, but then I’d never be able to come back to this blog. And that would be sad, because I wouldn’t be able to give you a copy of my scary book.
I wrote a scary book.
It’s sexy too, but it’s a LOT scary. It’s an erotic horror romance entitled SINFUL TRUTH. In homage to all the creepy films my besties forced me to watch, I’ve written a book so scary that it gave me nightmares the last time I read it. A short excerpt for you:
I skidded to a halt, unable to process what my eyes were showing me. Rafe dropped to his knees beside the now-dead woman and ripped the remnants of her shirt open, baring her bloody breasts. Davis crossed the crinkling leaves until he reached them, then he and Rafe lowered their heads to the wound. I turned away as the wet sucking noises started and my feet pounded the earth without my brain saying go.
The woods got darker as I ran, my panicked breaths too loud. Quiet, Bry, they’ll hear you! If they hear you then you’ll be next!
But I couldn’t stop the desperate sob that burst from my chest when footsteps started pounding behind me.
“You fucking bitch! I told you to stay in the goddamn car!”
Tears streamed from my eyes as I ran, jumping over a fallen log just in time to avoid tripping. A muffled curse behind me indicated Rafe might not have been so lucky.
My lungs burned and my legs ached but I couldn’t stop running. Which way was the car? If I could get there first, I could get the hell out of here. I shouldn’t have gotten out of that damn car in the first place. I should have stayed put. But then would I really know what he was capable of? Oh god, what could I do? He’d killed someone and he knew I saw him do it. He’d kill me next.
The fickle moon hid behind another cloud, making it impossible to see more than a few inches ahead. I knocked into trees, branches grabbed at my exposed skin, the stinging pain lashing me forward. I was lost, so very lost. I couldn’t hear what was behind me. I couldn’t tell what was in front of me. Terror drove me on for three more steps.
Unseen hands gripped my arm and clapped over my mouth, smothering my scream before it began.
So what do you think? Love it? Hate it? Want to read it? Let me know below, and we’ll select one random commenter for a FREE ebook copy of SINFUL TRUTH!
And in the meantime, I’ll be cleaning coffee off my computer and cat food off the floor. The glamorous life of an erotic romance author…