Breathe In
Michelle Bellon
Published by: Limitless Publishing
Publication date: June 27th 2017
Genres: Adult, Suspense, Thriller
Breathe in. Breathe out. This mantra gets Tessa Benson through the day.
The man she loves walks all over her, and she just wants to get by without her heart shattering to pieces. If she could find her voice, she’d scream.
Everything changes in one night, when she’s snatched from the streets and tied to a bed, a camera set up to capture her dying moment. And the person who paid to watch her die…is still out there somewhere.
Tessa prowls dark neighborhoods in a quest for justice, but she doesn’t find the killer. Not until they strike again…in the place Tessa is least expecting, and where it hurts worst.
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EXCERPT:
Before consciousness fully embraces
me, I’m already remembering the evening’s events. A nightmare that is not
really a nightmare at all. My eyelids feel heavy, reluctant to open as white,
hot pain shoots through my head. My throat hurts. I’m lying uncomfortably on my
right side, my head tipped awkwardly without a pillow under me. A kink in my
neck spasms, starting behind my right ear, traveling to my shoulder. Both
shoulders burn from the strain of the position I’m in, my wrists bound firmly
behind my back. Lower lip trembles. I don’t want to open my eyes. Please, God,
just let it all be a bad dream. A nightmare.
The smell of stale urine combines with
something cooking, assaulting my nostrils. Bacon? Seems an odd scent, given my
scenario. My stomach roils from the rich aroma. Food is the last thing I can
think of. I still feel queasy and weak. More from the blow to my head than the
alcohol. Slowly, slowly, blink, blink. My eyes are gritty and dry. The room I’m
in comes into focus, then blurs, then focuses again. The door straight ahead is
worn wood. It’s closed. The walls are wood also, adding a rustic feel to the
place…like an old, abandoned cabin. Though I cannot see the rest of it, I sense
its compact size pressing in on me. The smell of urine wafts up from the
twin-sized bed I’m lying on. Without sheets, I can see it’s one of those old
striped mattresses. It sinks deeply in the middle. I arch my head back to take
in the rest of my
surroundings and my neck instantly
spasms again. The room is empty. Like, really empty. Stark. Nothing but the bed
I’m on and me. I’m alone. This gives me a brief moment of comfort. Think. I
need to think. I’m in the second location. This is bad. Really fucking bad. I
remember watching an Oprah episode where they gave tips on how to survive a
kidnapping. The number one tip was to never let your kidnapper take you to “the
second location.” You’re too vulnerable there. That’s where they will likely
kill you. My heart skips and gallops faster.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Calm down.
I’m not going to die. Not today.
Author Bio:
Michelle Bellon lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband Chayne and her four quirky and beautiful children. She loves coffee, Superman, rollercoasters, and has an addiction to Chapstick.
She works as a registered nurse, is pursuing her Masters and in her spare time writes novels. As a multi-genre author, she has written in the categories of romance suspense, young adult, women’s fiction, and literary fiction. She has won four literary awards. You can visit Michelle’s website at http://www.authormichelleking.com/
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