Roll out the Red Carpet
Evernight celebrates four years of publishing!
Join authors, bloggers and reviewers as we take a RED CARPET tour featuring Evernight’s smart and sexy books. Slip on your virtual stilettos and walk the red carpet of award winning titles, spectacular reviews, and paparazzi style interviews.
Be sure to visit every stop on the tour where you can enter for a chance to win great prizes, including a new eReader, gift certificates, swag, books and much more!
Now I turn the spotlight on my smart and sexy book…
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This is from my new W.I.P., and completely unedited – please excuse any errors:
Her wrists burned from the restraints, her face felt two times too big, and her breathing was labored. Chandra knew she’d been worked over real well, now if only she could remember some of the details.
She remembered dinner out. There had been dancing at a club, some drinks, and then nothing. Absolutely, nothing. A big ass blank spot in her memory.
No, wait. A voice asking questions, over and over again. Pain, she definitely recalled some pain. Nothing like the training she’d gone through to withstand interrogations of course, but it had made it onto her radar.
With care she worked at prying her eyelids open. When that didn’t work she went with a little more force. Didn’t really help, but she did gain a tiny slit of a view. Not that the view was worth writing home about. Concrete walls, and floor. Solid looking door with a chair sitting next to it, and her. There appeared to be some form of light, likely a single bulb given how weak it appeared to be.
Then again, it could be her shitty eyesight, and all those little dancing spots. Trying to tip her head back for a look at what had her hands caught proved too much. She was weak, and sore, her mouth was parched, and her head swam. Which meant she’d been there for a damn long time. Not good, not good at all.
The door creaked open, just like in all those good old fashioned horror movies, giving a nice squeal at the end. Set quite the mood for whatever was going on.
“Wake her up,” a voice said. Male, eastern European accent, cultured with a smooth edge of brutality. Her host likely.
A wave of icy cold water hit her body causing her to jolt, and gasp. It also told her that she didn’t have a hell of a lot of clothing on, a bra and panties would be her guess. Damn that seriously sucked, especially when she couldn’t remember anything of importance.
Someone grabbed a fistful of her hair, and yanked her head back. Oh, hey, she was dangling from the ceiling from some sort of hook that reminded her of those used for hanging beef. Not a great comparison, but her brain was a little sluggish. Her hands were cuffed with some sort of leather banding, that then was looped over the hook, and kept her up on her feet. Nifty little setup really.
“Ms. Dubois,” the cultured voice said. “Shall we begin again?”
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Question: What happens next in the above scene?
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