Chrys Fey is the author of the short stories—The Summer
Bride and Fallen. She created the blog Write with Fey to offer aspiring writers
advice and inspiration. She lives in Florida where she is ready to battle the
next hurricane that comes her way.
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Blurb:
After her car breaks down,
Beth Kennedy is forced to stay in Florida, the target of Hurricane Sabrina. She
stocks up supplies, boards up windows, and hunkers down to wait out the storm,
but her plan unravels when she witnesses a car accident. Risking her life, she
braves the winds to save the driver. Just when she believes they are safe, she
finds out the man she saved could possibly be more dangerous than the severe
weather.
Donovan Goldwyn only
wanted to hide from the police, but the hurricane shoved his car into a tree.
Now he's trapped with a beautiful woman while the evidence that can prove his
innocence to a brutal crime is out there for anyone to find.
As Hurricane Sabrina
wreaks havoc, Beth has no other choice but to trust Donovan to stay alive. But
will she survive, or will she become another hurricane crime?
Excerpt:
On
the television set, which was fighting to stay alive, was breaking news. She
caught bits and pieces of it as she emptied the bowl of blood-tainted water and
threw out the cloth. It was about a high-speed chase that had occurred about a
half-hour ago. Beth shook her head. Apparently, Donovan wasn’t the only idiot
driving around during a hurricane.
She
went back into the living room and began replacing all the medical supplies
into the first-aid kit. Behind her, a reporter was explaining that the driver of
the car was believed to be a murder suspect.
“The
name of the—”
The
lights flashed, prompting Beth to snatch up her flashlight.
“Donovan
Goldwyn.”
Her
fingers went cold around the plastic tube as ice frosted her veins. She
straightened her spine and turned stiffly to the television, her heart wasn’t
beating in her chest. On the screen was the picture of the man who was right
now changing in her bedroom. Above it was a caption in bold letters that
read—SUSPECT.
She
gripped the flashlight in her frozen fingers. Her heart thudded fearfully. She
stared into the immobilized violet eyes through the glass.
“Oh
my god,” she gasped.
She had brought a murderer
into her home!
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Thank you for having me on your blog, Isabel! I am happy to be here. :)
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