by Shyla Wolff
The road to freedom is rarely an easy journey.
Following a lifetime of captivity and torture, fate tosses Kyley into a world of freedom and opportunities, danger and espionage. During her inspirational journey, discovery of life’s offerings shores up her determination to conquer the fears that keep her from exploring a world where romance is more than a fantasy. Her continued hard-won freedom hinges on the abilities of the paranormal group that rescued her. Always looking over her shoulder, she knows Roth must reacquire her to complete his plan for mass annihilation and anarchy.
Taylor’s telekinesis and special-ops training granted him seamless passage to work with Kenner’s paranormal unit. When he rescues a young waif from the clutches of her psychopathic guardian, he’s unprepared for the emotional backlash created by their connection.
The knowledge that her emotional baggage includes years of abuse dictates he help her conquer her triggers and fears. Aware she’s not encountered a kind touch, much less any expression of passion, he represses his own desires in order to teach her that not all physical contact includes pain. He longs to free her adventurous streak and inspire her to achieve emotional as well as physical confidence.
Since being adopted by her psychic warriors as a kid from the streets, Kiera’s never doubted her place in life or the direction of her path. Her unusual upbringing included weapons training, unique fighting skills, and how to maximize her paranormal abilities. After pulling Carlin, a computer prodigy, from death’s grasp, she learns you don’t always get to choose whom you love. Her destiny is twofold. Protect Carlin from the monster who wants to destroy the USA and find her mate—a man who will save her life, more than once.
A chance meeting between Kiera and Kyley sets off a chain of events they couldn’t prepare for and might not survive. Can the girls work together and prevent Roth from destroying the ones they love?
Roth dragged the tip of the cane up and down her body through the sauce that covered older wounds. She acknowledged his eagerness building, breathing harsher even as her skin burned. Tension oppressive, the air became pregnant with the promise of soul wrenching pain.
She knew to make noise increased the length and severity of the beating. She tried to be quiet. Impossible. A whimper escaped as he walked around the foot of the bed to the other side. The new cane glided along her skin. God it burned. She wondered again if she’d survive this. How many times would he revive her before turning her over? He loved symmetry.
“Oh, baby, would you like to tell me where you’ve been? How about your new friends, I’d love to know all about them, especially where to find them,” he sounded manic.
“Actually—on second thought, I’d rather you wait until I’ve had my fun. You know how I hate interruptions during entertainment.”
Tears streamed down her face. She bit the inside of her cheek to hold back the scream and again buried her head in the pillow. The copper taste of blood filled her mouth, her cheek burned. Nothing from their shared past compared to the agony of the hot sauce covering her body. With a bitter sluggishness, her mind receded from the present. Internal memories and thoughts beckoned.
Deep down, the realization rose that she’d not survive. A silent prayer went up for Taylor—that he was alive and well. The far reaches of her mind coaxed her to an altered reality, the memory of Taylor holding her with such tenderness, playing with the dogs, their plans to visit the horse farm, swimming in their indoor pool. How naïve to think her life could have endless days such as that. Foolish. “Taylor,” breathed on a sigh would be her mental amulet, champion for continued sanity.
“Taylor? Taylor? The man who protected you at the mall? Then who was it that helped you escape from the Moonshadows restaurant? How did you contact them and where can I find them? Tell me now, slut!” His painful grip in her hair brought her gaze to meet his crazed expression.
Her mistake just went viral in Roth’s mind as evidenced in his wild eyes. Taylor’s name from her lips might foreshadow his death. She sobbed. How could she have been so thoughtless?
Her screaming, sobbing, and pleading would echo throughout the house. She had no more pride left to protect. Now, there was life and there was death. She wanted to live, despite this.
Yet, she wouldn’t give Taylor up even if it cost the ultimate price. If she did survive, her four legged friends wouldn’t care how many scars she bore. “I’ll tell you, Roth, please. I’ll tell you. Please stop, let me tell you…” Please, Lord, please just let him stop for a minute. Let me breathe. I won’t tell him anything that would hurt Taylor.
“Scream all you want, baby, there’s no one close enough to hear you. I will find out what I want to know.”
“Stop—Please, God, don’t do this!”
“Oh no, baby, we haven’t even started.”
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Life teaches us many lessons. One of the most important ones Shyla’s learned is to take the time to enjoy family and friends. Our circumstances change on a daily basis. However small the differences may seem, they add up over time. Through a lifetime of various trials and tribulations, she’s discovered the enjoyment of sharing her stories with those that would relish participating in the journey of extaordinary people through their everyday lives.