Fallen by Julie Morgan

Synopsis:

Lisa Adams wants what every other woman wants: The perfect job. The perfect home. The perfect guy. When she receives the opportunity of a lifetime, Lisa has no idea what she’s actually signed up for. Her boss, who is tall, dark and incredibly sexy, starts making advances towards her and she’s having a hard time telling him no. Lisa begins seeing things that are scaring the Hell out of her. Nightmares are leaving her frightened.

 

Then there’s this new guy that’s come into her life. He brings a new light into the darkness that threatens to claim Lisa. He’s mysterious, heartwarming and kind. Not to mention the most beautiful man she’s ever met. But something with him seems to be off.

Faced with love, seduction, sacrifice and deceit, Lisa will find herself being pulled in two directions; one pursues her to claim her soul and the other will sacrifice everything to save her.

Excerpt:

OPTION 1

Walking towards the bathroom she moves between people as the music continues to beat against her body. Her eyes glance over to the dark corner again. A young couple slip into the empty seats as Lisa turns her head back towards the bathroom. Grasping the door handle, she pulls it open and steps inside. As the door closes behind her, the music is muffled to a bare minimum. The bathroom is a bright contrast to the dark club. The lights are bright and white walls are trimmed in black with black floral and paisley shapes. The bright lights reflect every imperfection as the women stand before the mirrors adjusting their makeup and outfits.

 

All the stalls are closed and the noise level is loud. Crossing her arms over her waist she stands and waits her turn. A short, slender brunette girl turns to look at Lisa with a smile, “nice dress.” Lisa smiles, “thank you.” The brunette makes her way out of the bathroom then pushes the door open, allowing the music to fill in the area just before it closes and cuts it off again. “Oh this is my jam!” screams a voice. A few of the girls push their way out of the bathroom as the music fills again, just before it’s muffled once more.

 

“Finally.” One of the stalls open and Lisa ventures forward, stepping inside and closing the door. Lisa thinks of the red eyes she thought she saw at the table just outside the door. “Maybe I didn’t see anything,” she tells herself.

 

Using the toilet, sounds of the girls inside the bathroom begin to die out. Quickly, they all begin to leave as the sounds of the music fades in and out a few times before Lisa is left alone in the bathroom. Finishing up, she raises a foot to flush the toilet.

 

A smell touches Lisa’s nose, something that smells like sulfur. Wrinkling her nose, the smell reminds her of the sulfur springs in Glenwood Springs, Colorado. Hearing a growl, Lisa freezes in place and her heart skips a beat. The smell of the pungent sulfur grows stronger as she

hears the growl again. But this time, it’s deeper and closer. Panicking, she stands there frozen, unsure of what to do.

 

On the other side of the door, a creature steps away from the wall. The image resembles a human shaped bubble; the clear substance begins to solidify. The figure begins to shift in color to a tall, hooded man. The hood is pulled down enough to cover his features, providing a shadow over his face. He snarls as he stretches his arms out, cracking his neck.

 

Feeling a force like a wind blow through the bathroom, the first stall door slams open. His low voice growls, “Come out, come out, wherever you are.” Lisa gasps. “I know you are in here.” He sniffs the air then snarls. “I can smell you.” His voice is dark, sadistic. Tones of growls and struggled breathing fill the air. If fear were a language, he was the creator.

 

Lisa begins to shake. Not knowing what else to do, she pulls the pumps off of her feet, then steps barefoot upon the toilet seat to hide herself. Looking up, she sees a vent in the next stall, not that it would help her escape. Looking back down, her heart begins beating faster as panic rises in her chest.

 

She feels the wind again as the next stall slams open. Tears begin to threaten her eyes. Swiping at her eyes, Lisa dares to peek over the top of the stall to see a black hood covering the man’s head. He’s tall and carries a thick build. She can see part of his chest exposed. His tan skin and toned chest is thick with muscles and dark chest hair. “Lisa,” he hisses on the s as a serpent’s tongue slips through his lips, tasting her presence in the air. “I know you’re in here. Come on out.” He chuckles darkly, the sound low and almost hypnotic. “Let’s play.”

 

Lisa places a hand over her mouth to keep herself from screaming. Her stall is next. Her heart is beating so fast, she has no idea what she can or will do. Suddenly, a warmth engulfs her. Another hand covers over her mouth and muffles her scream. An arm wraps tight around her

waist, gripping her against his body. Her back pressing against a tall body, panic sets in as Lisa begins to flail.

 

Author Bio:

Hailing from Burleson, Texas and growing up in the country with big tractors and bon fire parties, I would day dream about far off lands, hoping to one day get inside their worlds.

 

Always having a love of books and paranormal stories, I finally took the leap to begin writing with encouragement from my husband. Having worked in IT my entire career and finding my way to Central Florida, I spend free time writing new stories, putting together puzzles with my daughter or reading her children’s stories.

I am involved in Autism research and Autism awareness. To find out more how you can help, check out: http://www.autismspeaks.org/

 

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