Matthew 17:20, my favorite verse. "... If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye shall say unto this mountain, Remove hence to yonder place; and it shall remove; and nothing shall be impossible unto you."

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Four Times a Charm excerpt ...

An excerpt to the coming Four Times a Charm. This is a 43,000 word historical romance. Should be available by the end of July!!

Angel cried and wrenched against Mr. Hall’s grasp. “You can’t leave him in there. He’ll die!”

“Brennan knows what he’s doing, Angel.”

The man’s words held little conviction as fire consumed the barn. “No,” Angel whispered. This wasn’t part of my dream. God, don’t let this happen.

“It should’ve been you.” Harris’s words lisped through his toothless smile. “He should’ve had to live with the knowledge of how you were going to die.”

“The fire’s moving in.” Sheriff Douglas turned his horse around, leading the other horse that held Harris tied to the saddle horn and the body of Stretch thrown across his back. “We have to move to higher ground.”

“We can’t leave him!” Angel jumped from Mr. Hall’s horse. She dodged licking flames and made a wide berth toward the barn, running through a small stand of trees.

Thunder crashed overhead and a torrent of rain opened above. Her vision already blurred by tears, Angel paid little mind to the needle-like pellets pounding her face. Bushes slowed her steps and caught her skirt, but she tore forward. She couldn’t lose him now. Somewhere along the past couple of weeks, Angel had fallen in love. Or maybe she’d always loved Brennan, even when he was Juliann’s. Though kept secret then, Angel had envied her best friend.

Almost free of the trees, the rain suddenly stopped. Angel collided into something hard. She would’ve stumbled backward but a hand reached out and caught her.

“Brennan?” Hope lodged in her throat as she peered into the face of … Dwayne. She screamed and twisted against his grasp.

“This ain’t over ‘til I get paid.” He sneered and withdrew a shiny blade from a pouch at his side. “And if it ain’t money, then I’ll get it another way.”

The sky continued to rumble as Angel eyed the knife reaching toward her throat. Her gaze flickered between the demonic eyes of her captor and his murderous weapon.

Her heart thudded a rapid pulse as her throat tightened and threatened to cut off oxygen. She couldn’t lose hope. Brennan was still out there.

The blade caught the reflection of the burning building. Angel glanced from Dwayne and his snarl back to the knife. A sudden movement reflected in the steel. Like the Bible story of the men in the fiery furnace, a form emerged from the front of the barn.


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