#1 Taken from Blood Mines available in paperback and kindle.
#Thriller #Suspense #Romance #Futuristic #Strongwoman
#Thriller #Suspense #Romance #Futuristic #Strongwoman
Panic gripped her throat, her heart pounding in her ears the moment the dark surface closed over her head; the sudden coldness drenching every pore of her skin didn’t help her situation. She struggled to fight the torrent of emotions that flooded over her, while simultaneously realizing she had to relax in order to break through the surface. She had to free herself from the icy grip that threatened to overwhelm her at any second. She had never experienced such coldness before: Such a heaviness that pierced her right to her bones. She knew she was in morbid danger as the darkness pulled her down, even deeper into the murky water. She was scared shitless, her mind spinning as she struggled with another surge of terror as water rushed into her mouth. Belatedly she pressed her lips together.
She desperately wanted to cough, but suppressed the urge ─ she couldn’t give in. She had to keep the precious air in her lungs for as long as she could. ‘Don’t panic,’ she encouraged herself. She couldn’t afford to open her mouth, not now.
She was too young to die. She wanted to live!
These thoughts kept on hammering through her as she trampled water, trying to find her footing on a solid base; her arms flailing in the hope to grasp a strong lifeline. Her chest was burning. It demanded air. It wanted to breathe. She kicked hard, but it felt futile. The pull of the darkness was incessant; it wanted to drag her down deeper. There was no sun, no evidence of light, just this thick blackness that enveloped everything around her. She was in danger! ....
@LynelleClark
She desperately wanted to cough, but suppressed the urge ─ she couldn’t give in. She had to keep the precious air in her lungs for as long as she could. ‘Don’t panic,’ she encouraged herself. She couldn’t afford to open her mouth, not now.
She was too young to die. She wanted to live!
These thoughts kept on hammering through her as she trampled water, trying to find her footing on a solid base; her arms flailing in the hope to grasp a strong lifeline. Her chest was burning. It demanded air. It wanted to breathe. She kicked hard, but it felt futile. The pull of the darkness was incessant; it wanted to drag her down deeper. There was no sun, no evidence of light, just this thick blackness that enveloped everything around her. She was in danger! ....
@LynelleClark
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