Promo for Sinners and Saints by AmBear Shellea


Sinners and Saints by AmBear Shellea

Date of Publication: February 13, 2014

Blurb


Vylette Echo is a spunky college student who goes from a nightmare come true to an offer she won't refuse.
Join Vylette as she fights for her life and her freedom after she is jumped, blindfolded and kidnapped from the only life she knows. Another twist of fate lands her before Dorrian Buchanan, a tall handsome millionaire who deals in the buying of woman. Once in his custody, things are not what they seem. Now she knows the truth and is presented with a proposal. Whatever her choice, it won't be an easy one. The hour is upon her, she has made her decision.

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About AmBear Shellea



Creativity is my addiction and writing is my drug of choice.
Although I have always enjoyed writing, the dream to become a writer came when I read A Midsummer Night's Dream by William Shakespeare, in the sixth grade. My early works, not published, were in the form of children's stories I would read to my two daughters. I divide my days between the real world and the ones I've created. My life and my characters keep me very busy in my Mid-Western scene, where I live with my husband, and my children (both human and furry).

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Chapter 1
The thunder of Vylette's heartbeat pounding in her head deafened almost every sound around her. Flames of fear burned in her chest, constricting her breathing and the blind fold knotted in her hair was paving the way for a oncoming migraine. Her wrists were on fire from the course ropes as she yanked and pulled trying to get free. Tears fell like rain down her face, soaking her fight torn shirt. Dried mud scratched at her exposed skin through her ripped jeans and overwhelmed by fear, she barely noticed the cold tile under her bare feet.
The commotion of heavy boots and nasty voices coming closer stopped her dead in her tracks. She tried to calm her breathing and focus on the direction of her advancing visitors. Smug inappropriate comments helped to pinpoint they were just a few feet away and on her left. She kept as still as possible until grubby rough hands jerked her from the chair she sat on.
"No! Get your hands off me!"
Head butting and kicking, she did her best to fight off the men dragging her to only God knows where. She didn't know what they had planned but she knew she were safer without them.
What felt like fire scored her face when one of the men hit her. She dropped to the ground, crying and spitting blood out of her mouth. The bright stars in her line of vision seemed to blink in tune with the pounding in her ears.
She barely had time to take a breath before another blow, to the ribs and head this time, threatened to send her into unconsciousness. Already tense and rolling around in agony, it took only a few more hits and she stopped moving, stopped fighting, trying to catch her breath and breathe passed the pain.
They are going to kill me.
To save the small amount of strength she had left, she let them pull her from the floor. Every muscle, every bone and every nerve ending screamed in pain throughout her entire body and she had to lean into one of the men as she worked to walk. Each step was a roller coaster of agony, highs and lows in different degrees. Some stole her breath, some shattered her silence and the highest peak promised the dark oblivion.
She hadn't realized her blindfold came off until the unnatural shine of the light blasted her eyes. Squinting against the glare she noticed they were in an otherwise darkened hallway only illuminated by huge caged lights nailed to the ceiling about every ten feet or so. Her gaze darted as much as she could allow given her swollen eyes to make out her surroundings. The long hall was lined with doors every few feet, all painted in red with the exception of the wide wooden door at the end of the hallway.
As they moved closer to the door she spotted some kind of symbol carved into the wood, separated by a small sliver of light showing where one panel met the other. Getting closer every second, the symbol on the door became clear. The body of a coiled snake, it's severed head laying apart from the body. It was a gruesome sight even in wood.
The blood splatter along the floor and walls only deepened her gut wrenching fear burning away any pain she felt. Once again her panicked breathing had her chest on fire and her muscles flexing in protest with every inch closer to that door.
Her captors must have noticed because she soon found herself held by the two men strong arming her into submission. Battling the fear of the unknown, her mind going into overdrive sending flashes of every horror movie she ever watched, had her kicking like a crazed animal.
Putting weight on her heels, she tried to halt their advance. The meaty hands as strong as bars only gripped her tighter, lifted her off the ground and carried her the remaining distance and through the door.
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