Archaeology student Kylie Hafford craves adventure when she heads to the remote Puebloan ruins of Lost Valley, Colorado, to excavate. Romance isn’t in her plans, but she soon meets two sexy men: Danesh looks like a warrior from the Pueblo’s ancient past, and Sean is a charming, playful tourist. The summer heats up as Kylie uncovers mysteries, secrets, and terrors in the dark. She’ll need all her strength and wits to survive—and to save the man she’s come to love.
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Whispers in the Dark Excerpt:
The night
filled with sounds as dusk fell. Birds, insects, and rustling in the dark. I
strained my ears and tried to identify the sounds. Bird calls were easy enough.
That low buzz had to be some kind of insect, and I convinced myself it was only
creepy because I wasn’t used to it. Rustling in the bushes was harder to
dismiss. I forced myself to breathe deeply and repeated in my mind, Just animals. Just animals. You’re safe
here.
A squirrel
scurried up a tree nearby, proving my point, and I let out a burst of nervous
laughter.
I went back
to my deep breathing. I didn’t want to crawl into my tent until I felt
comfortable there, or I knew I’d spend the night imagining monsters sneaking
around the thin protection of my nylon walls. I could sleep in my car, as I had
done several times on the drive out, when I wasn’t sure of my security. But
this campground would be my home for weeks. I had to get used to it, face my
fears until they disappeared. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the cool air
on my skin, the soft breeze.
I heard
voices in the distance and a thump like something being dropped. I told myself
it was good to know others were within hailing distance. I breathed, and
listened, and finally felt my heart slow and my muscles relax. I thought I
might be able to sleep.
A new sound
drifted through the air, and my breath caught in my throat. I heard a soft
sobbing, like a woman crying.
Should I
check it out, see if someone needed help? But no one was calling for help, and
I couldn’t target the sound.
It was
probably some animal or bird, but still, I felt goosebumps prickle my skin. I
went to my car for a sweater, trying to blame the drop in temperature for my
chills.
When I
opened the car door, the overhead light came on, shockingly bright. I jumped
and glanced around, feeling oddly guilty, as if I’d insulted the night. I
grabbed my sweater, closed the door quickly, and stood for a minute waiting for
my eyes to readjust as the darkness pressed around me.
The crying
seemed to ripple in the air, coming from nowhere and everywhere.
And then it
faded, leaving only the echo of its memory in the dark, and a great sadness.
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Kris Bock writes novels of suspense and romance with outdoor adventures and Southwestern landscapes. The Mad Monk’s Treasure follows the hunt for a long-lost treasure in the New Mexico desert. In The Dead Man’s Treasure, estranged relatives compete to reach a buried treasure by following a series of complex clues. In The Skeleton Canyon Treasure, sparks fly when reader favorites Camie and Tiger help a mysterious man track down his missing uncle.
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Mysterious and eerie excerpt here
ReplyDeletewhat a melancholy feeling reading this. nice emotional touch!
ReplyDeleteLovely excerpt. I can see why it inspired your title.
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