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Lost moments of time and flashes of images too horrific to accept
fill her with icy fear so complete she can’t escape it. With too
many unanswered questions, she needs answers. NOW. It’s her only
hope if she wants to save what’s left of her shattered mind and soul.
family and friends. Mina isn’t one of these people. Her life is in
the shadows, unafraid of the dark… until she realizes that
something lurks in those shadows, something that wants to tear her
The night energy was different, more frenetic, more anxious. It crawled along my skin and fed my soul. I wanted more. I needed more. I wanted to take what I wanted and to hell with the rules.
But I couldn’t. Not yet.
I knew what passersby saw when they looked at me. A slim, fit woman in her midtwenties with blonde hair that fell just below her shoulders. Just like thousands of other women in the city, easily dismissed from their memory. Some of them looked at me for a little longer. Sometimes, it was with the concern that one stranger has for another as they wondered why I didn’t seem to sense the danger they unconsciously did. Those people looked at me and saw a victim waiting to happen. Men looked at me for baser reasons, seeing a woman they wanted to fuck and toss aside when they were finished.
No matter what they saw when they looked at me, none of them saw danger in my face. They didn’t look at me and see someone they should fear.
Maybe that was their mistake.
New York that is less than six hours from the Arctic Circle, a pretty
college town called Potsdam. She grew up in a family of lawyers and
teachers and bucked all the traditions to run off and wear combat
boots in the US Army as a Signals Intelligence Analyst (no jokes!)
and a linguist. She also worked as a tech writer for Corning Glass
Works, which was an entirely different kind of writing.
seeped into her books. She has a love of strong female characters,
tropical places, and flipping traditional themes on end. She loves
that words can take one out of the existing world and let the
unimaginable become imaginable. When she’s not writing, she’s
probably on the beach, with her nose deep in a book.
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