Riddick
by Kathy Coopmans is NOW LIVE!
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you ready?
Blurb
She told me Heaven would knock on my door one day.
That I would be swept away from the hell I lived in.
She was right about one thing and so wrong about the
other.
Heaven came in the form of an angel just like she
said.
Beautiful.
Perfect.
An angel.
And then.
My life became hell.
She disappeared. Vanished.
I left. Went to war. Killed. All for her.
Every face was the man who took her.
Every dream filled with her.
For twelve years I existed in hell. Breathed in the
fires from down below.
Until her, the woman on the beach outside of my home.
Captivating.
Enchanting.
Mesmerizing.
It couldn't be my Cora, my angel, my heaven on earth.
She was dead.
Wasn't she?
Excerpt
Jesse’s threats should make me want to shut my
mouth; they don’t. I’ll make all the noise in the world to find out why I feel
like I’m being dragged to my death. Oh God, please tell me they do not know!
Without
warning, Cutter grips me by my hair, yanking me out of my spot in the corner.
My backside is landing on the rough gravel with a solid thud. The sharp stones
are penetrating through the flesh on my back. I scream out in agony as this man
bores his fingers into my cheeks, digging into my skin enough to draw blood
with his fingernails penetrating through my flesh. They’re going to kill me.
“You’re
finally getting a chance to get out of here. If you fuck this up, I’ll kill
him. Do you get me?” What? I ignore his comment about leaving here. That
rolling in my stomach starts to turn, spinning out of control until it crashes
into my chest, making it hard for me to breathe. I know exactly whom he’s
referring to, and the thought makes me want him to stick his dick in my mouth
so I can bite the repulsive little thing off. He’s talking about Riddick.
Cutter nods my head for me using his greased, stained hands, his fingernails so
dirty I gag at the sight. Those hands that make me cringe every time they touch
me leave my face and go right back to my hair, where he pulls me behind him
across the lot while I stifle my cries of pain. Not from the gravel clawing and
embedding into my skin. From the words he spits out like it’s an everyday
occurrence to threaten me with the only thing that can plunder my soul. This is
the first time he’s physically hurt me, which makes me realize that whatever I’m
here for is the worst kind of bad.
My
life is not my own anymore. It belongs to my brother, and I’m a nut job because
of it. I live inside my own head, talk to myself, pretend like I’m carrying on
a conversation with the one person I want with me all the time. Riddick. I
stare at walls for hours upon hours of the day and night, daydreaming of a
better life on the ocean, where I can roam freely. Feel the wind swaying in
with the tide, my hair blowing back away from my face as I breathe in the salty
air. These conscious fantasies are a young woman’s fairy tale we all wish to
come true. Riddick knows how much living on the ocean means to me. He is going
to kill them for thinking they can put their slimy hands on me. This will be
the end to the street fighting gang war my brother seems to think he’s the king
of. People stay clear of Jesse Barrick for a reason. He’s maniacal crazy.
Certifiably teetering on the edge of insanity. And whatever his reasons are for
mistreating me have crazed him out to the point where I’m tumbling over the
edge first.
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About
the Author:
Kathy
Coopmans
Amazon Best Selling Author Kathy Coopmans, lives in
Michigan with her husband Tony where they have two grown sons.
After raising her children she decided to publish her
first book and retiring from being a hairstylist.
She now writes full time.
She's a huge sports fan with her favorite being
Football and Tennis.
She's a giver and will do anything she can to help
another person succeed!
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