Expected Publication: November, 2013
Cover design by Mae I Design
Description:
One text can change everything.
Honor Calhoun never thought her life would ever be like the books she writes for a living. One morning while out for a run, she learns not all bad things are plots in novels. Some horrors can actually come true.
She faces off with a persistent attacker, holds her own, but in the end is taken hostage and thrown into a hole. In the middle of the woods.
But Honor didn’t go down there alone.
She took her kidnapper’s phone with her. With a spotty signal and a dying battery, her hope is slim.
Nathan Reed is an active duty Marine stationed at a small reserve base in Pennsylvania. All he wants is a calm and uneventful duty station where he can forget the memories of his time in a war-torn country.
But a single text changes everything.
Nathan becomes Honor’s only hope for survival, and he has to go against the clock, push aside his past, and take on a mission for a girl he’s never met.
Both of them want freedom… but they have to survive long enough to obtain it.
EXCERPT:
**This is copyrighted material by author Cambria Hebert**
Both of us pulled out a pistol at the same time. I trained mine on his chest. He trained his on Honor.
“Drop the gun,” I demanded.
“I’ll shoot her before you even pull the trigger,” he said around a sick smile.
“Run,” I told Honor.
When I didn’t hear the scuffle of rushing feet, I yelled, “Run!”
I heard her then, retreating away from us.
Lex pulled the trigger. The sound of a bullet discharging from his weapon filled the air around us. Then he swung the gun at me and squeezed off a shot. I dove to the side and shot off a bullet of my own.
He went down at the same time I did. His bullet missed me, but I prayed to God mine hit him. He didn’t move, and I hoped that meant he was injured.
I heard Honor yell my name, and I pushed off the ground and ran toward her yell. The chances of her being shot were high. If she was injured, I would need to get her out of here stat.
I saw the flash of her white shirt just ahead, and I dropped to my knees beside her.
“Are you hit?”
“Shot?” she asked, her breath coming in short spurts.
“Yes. Are you shot?”
“No.”
“Good. Let’s go.”
I pulled her up and wrapped an arm around her waist. I started leading her away from Lex. We would have to take the long way around.
We made it about three steps.
Then she shocked the shit out of me by yanking the gun out of my hand and rushing away—back toward Lex.
“Honor!” I yelled, thinking this chick must be out of her mind.
I ran behind her and she tore through the woods, skidding to a stop beside the manmade hole that was dug into the ground.
“Where is he!” she demanded, holding the gun out in front of her like she meant business.
My eyes went to the spot where he fell.
It was empty.
“Come on you sick bastard!” she challenged. “Not so tough when the playing field is even!”
She stole my gun and ran back to where she was being held captive with the intention of shooting her captor?
She was one crazy bitch.
It was awesome.
Nothing around us moved and as awesome as her kickass attitude was, it was also kind of stupid. He had a gun. He could be lining up a shot right that minute.
My gut told me he ran off, but I wasn’t going to take any chances.
I approached Honor like a cowboy approaching a nervous filly. “Hey,” I said gently. “It’s okay now. He ran off.”
She still stood rigidly, holding the gun out in front of her like she would shoot anything that freaking dared to breathe.
“Honor,” I said, stopping at her side. “You’re safe now.” Slowly, I reached out and wrapped my hand over the gun, pulling her arm down and gently taking the pistol from her grasp.
I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck. Her skin was ice cold to the touch. The warmth of my palm seemed to break through whatever mental state she was in and she turned her head, her eyes searching for mine in the dark.
“You came,” she whispered like she never really thought I would.
Something inside me cracked at her tiny, whispered words. “Of course I came.”
She folded herself against my chest, pressing her face into my jacket and letting out a deep exhale. My arm left her neck and wound around her, clutching her against me, supporting her weight, and noting how small she felt in my arms.
She might be tiny, but she was a survivor.
“You did good, sweetheart,” I murmured. “You did real good.”
I felt a shudder move through her and I wanted to gather her even closer. I was tempted to sit down right there on the ground and pull her into my lap and hunch myself around her, to shelter her with my body.
But I couldn’t.
We had to get out of here.
Books in series (they are stand alones)
About the author:
Cambria Hebert is the author of the young adult paranormal Heven and Hell series, the new adult Death Escorts series, and the new adult Take it Off series. She loves a caramel latte, hates math and is afraid of chickens (yes, chickens).
She went to college for a bachelor’s degree, couldn’t pick a major, and ended up with a degree in cosmetology. So rest assured her characters will always have good hair. She currently lives in North Carolina with her husband and children (both human and furry) where she is plotting her next book.
Describe the night sky to someone who cannot see.
The night sky on the clearest of night is like running your fingers through the softest of velvet. Its like sitting in a room completely still and void of sound – but you don’t feel alone. You feel surrounded by peace. It’s like drawing in a breath of crisp cool night air and feeling those wisps of breath travel down your throat and into your chest.
Describe the feeling of silk for someone who can not touch.
It’s the feeling of jumping into a pool and kicking your feet out and gliding through its depths. The way the water brushes against you – the way it curves to your skin – so cool and gentle – that’s the way silk feels when you brush your fingertips over it.
Describe the sound of child’s laughter for someone who cannot hear.
It’s the tightness in your chest that one feels when someone does something so kind for you without even being asked. It takes your breath and makes it hard to breathe because you are so taken aback that someone would be so kind. It’s the joy that makes your chest so tight – the joy that rings through your body – a child’s laughter isn’t so much the sound but the feeling it leaves behind.
Describe the taste of chocolate for someone who cannot taste.
It’s the feeling of being really cold, your fingers icy and then coming inside and warming them by a roaring fire. The way the heat trickles into your skin and the cold seeps away.
Describe the scent of fresh cut grass to someone who cannot smell.
It’s a blue cloudless sky, bright with the sun. Staring out over the most brilliant of green and seeing it all cropped the same, looking like a thick carpet that invites your bare toes.
Describe love to someone who cannot feel.
It’s watching a mother comfort her crying child or watching a couple hold hands on the street. It’s the sound of someone’s voice that you couldn’t live without. It’s the first bite of a really good dessert that you know is sinful and you shouldn’t eat at all. It’s knowing that someone is going to be at home waiting when you pull in the drive.
She went to college for a bachelor’s degree, couldn’t pick a major, and ended up with a degree in cosmetology. So rest assured her characters will always have good hair. She currently lives in North Carolina with her husband and children (both human and furry) where she is plotting her next book.
Describe the night sky to someone who cannot see.
The night sky on the clearest of night is like running your fingers through the softest of velvet. Its like sitting in a room completely still and void of sound – but you don’t feel alone. You feel surrounded by peace. It’s like drawing in a breath of crisp cool night air and feeling those wisps of breath travel down your throat and into your chest.
Describe the feeling of silk for someone who can not touch.
It’s the feeling of jumping into a pool and kicking your feet out and gliding through its depths. The way the water brushes against you – the way it curves to your skin – so cool and gentle – that’s the way silk feels when you brush your fingertips over it.
Describe the sound of child’s laughter for someone who cannot hear.
It’s the tightness in your chest that one feels when someone does something so kind for you without even being asked. It takes your breath and makes it hard to breathe because you are so taken aback that someone would be so kind. It’s the joy that makes your chest so tight – the joy that rings through your body – a child’s laughter isn’t so much the sound but the feeling it leaves behind.
Describe the taste of chocolate for someone who cannot taste.
It’s the feeling of being really cold, your fingers icy and then coming inside and warming them by a roaring fire. The way the heat trickles into your skin and the cold seeps away.
Describe the scent of fresh cut grass to someone who cannot smell.
It’s a blue cloudless sky, bright with the sun. Staring out over the most brilliant of green and seeing it all cropped the same, looking like a thick carpet that invites your bare toes.
Describe love to someone who cannot feel.
It’s watching a mother comfort her crying child or watching a couple hold hands on the street. It’s the sound of someone’s voice that you couldn’t live without. It’s the first bite of a really good dessert that you know is sinful and you shouldn’t eat at all. It’s knowing that someone is going to be at home waiting when you pull in the drive.
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