Renegade Sneak Peek!!
|April 19, 2013||Posted by Cambria under Heven and Hell series|
For those of you that follow (or “like”) me on Facebook you will know the reason behind this Sneak Peek at Renegade. But for those who don’t (and why the heck not?!) then allow me to elaborate:
I just hit a milestone on Facebook – 5,000 likes!! Eeep! So thank you to everyone who has stopped by and given my page a like! If you haven’t liked me on FB perhaps you will – I post teasers, cover reveals, book deals, freebies and I give stuff away a lot ! Here is the link to my fan page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Cambria-Hebert/128278117253138
Now onto the the promised sneak peek.
In honor of reaching 5,000 likes on Facebook I promised to post the first chapter (the part in Sam’s POV) on the website. It’s a little teaser to get you ready for the big event – release day- on May 3rd!!
Oh and I will be having a big release day party on FB (its under the event tab on my fan page) on May 3 from 8-10 pm EST. I will be giving away books, itunes gift cards, kindle covers and more! So be sure to be there – don’t miss out!
And now onto Renegade!
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This is the FOURTH book in a series so if you haven’t read the first books there will be some spoilers.
Renegade – First Chapter Sample
It begins like usual, the slightest disturbance to my sleep, making me toss and turn until I’m in that place between rest and wakefulness—not fully coherent, but enough so I could have groggy thoughts.
There is pain, not the kind of pain that would make you squirm, just enough to make you feel uncomfortable. It kind of squirms around in my limbs, like adrenaline, but not as insistent, making my body twitch.
My eyes pop open, and I shoot up off the couch, not bothering to grab a T-shirt or the shorts that lay nearby. I won’t need them. I move silently like a cat—like a hound—to the door and slide the lock over and let myself out. It’s cold out. The air doesn’t shock me back into myself. I don’t even shiver.
Then I’m racing through the yard, over the grass, and past the barn. I hear the horses in their stalls, alerted at my presence, but I ignore them and keep running. My bones come unhinged and realign. My spine stretches, begins to reshape, and my body hunches. Black, thick fur sprouts, replacing the smooth skin of my human arm and then finally the switch in my brain flips.
I am no longer human.
I am hellhound.
But I’m still me.
Only this me can give in to the frustration and sadness that seems to well up inside my human skin until I’m so full and there’s nowhere else for it to go. And so it sloshes there. It soaks in until I feel like I’ll drown.
I hate it.
That’s when the hound takes over. I can’t really deny it. It’s like a summons, a calling, a command. Usually I can tell it no, or push back, but when you’re full of sloshing emotion there’s nowhere to push it back to.
So I give in.
I lose all thought.
It’s just me, the night, and nothing else. It’s a kind of freedom I’ve never felt before.
And then I wake up.
* * *
I looked down.
I lay in the forest, the dirt and leaves beneath me wet and cold. Confusion clouded my mind at first, until I realized it happened again. How many times had it been now? Four? Five? I honestly couldn’t remember. The nights were starting to blur together to make up one very long nightmare.
You’d think I’d feel better after this kind of run, after this kind of mental release. There’s nothing else like it. To completely shed the skin of who you are, to be able to completely forget every thought and worry that filled you.
But that’s the thing.
I might have purged the feelings that sent me out there, but they were always replaced with something more. Something worse.
I pushed up onto my knees, holding out my arms and hands, looking down.
Please, don’t let it be there.
Blood, dark and drying, caked my arms and stomach. It outlined my fingernails and was splattered on my palms. I swallowed back a gag.
I stumbled to my feet, looking around for a body. Everything around me was completely undisturbed. There wasn’t even a leaf out of place. The night was alive with the sound of birds and wildlife. No one out here was afraid.
Except for me.
And what was I afraid of?
I looked over my body, hoping to find a wound, some deep bleeding cut. There wasn’t one. There never is.
And so I headed back home, all the while wondering whose blood covered me and whether or not I killed someone.
And that is your sneak peek! thank you all so much for the likes! come back here May 3…. there may be a giveaway going on! LOL