Book Excerpt
“Hold still for just a second . . .” Victor Greene,
doctor for the United Patirots, muttered under his breath. He filled the
syringe with the contents of a MediPal bottle. My heart sped up more and more
the closer it got to full. No matter how many times I’m stuck with that damn
needle I never seem to be able to stop fearing it.
I think Garth might’ve seen something on my face that betrayed my
apprehension. He pulled up the seat next to me at the table where Dr. Greene
and I were seated and held onto my hand. The sudden sensation of him brushing
his thumb in little circles around my knuckles was enough to shock my attention
away from the needle. I thought he was still mad at me for what happened in the
library . . . God, how long ago? It seemed like an entire lifetime by that
point.
Yet there he was, holding my hand, trying to soothe me away from
watching as the needle drew closer. Maybe I was wrong. It wouldn’t have been
such a news bulletin if I was.
Dr. Greene put the needle into my vein and pumped the medicine in. A
swallowed cry of pain hummed in my throat, fighting hard to get out, wanting to
be birthed into the air. But I fought against it. I closed my eyes tight. I
tried with everything inside of me to focus not on how much it hurt but instead
on Garth’s gentle touch. On the way he squeezed my hand tighter and tighter
with the progression of pain on my face.
Then before I knew it Dr. Greene took the needle out of my arm. “There,
all done. See? Not so bad—”
“What are we going to do about the guard in our basement?” Mimi snapped,
interrupting the doctor’s bedside manner. “I think we ought to talk about that
instead of sitting here watching her get a MediPal.” She glared at Garth. “Are
you quite ready to talk about it? Or do you still want to play nursemaid?”
“Come on, Mimi,” Walter said with a grin. He stood on the other side of
the kitchen counter, drawing his fingernail along cracks in the marble. “Don’t
be such a bitch.”
“Oh I’m sorry! Am I being a bitch?”
“Kind of a huge one, yeah.”
She flipped him a very unladylike finger.
Instead of being offended, Walter just laughed. “That helps.”
Just when Mimi pushed herself off the wall and started to charge at
Walter, perhaps to fight, perhaps to scream in his face, Jack stepped forward.
He put a hand on her shoulder. All at once she went rigid and I thought I saw a
slight blush creep across the bridge of her button nose. “Okay, okay, let’s not
fight among each other. Remember, we’re here to fight Bram.”
About the Book
Title: Sanctuary
Author: Makayla Love
Genre: Steampunk / Post-Apocalyptic
Shiloh isn’t adjusting well to her new
life in Ironbridge. Life isn’t how she always imagined it would be, and
every day is harder than the last. Things only get worse when a small
family on their way to a settlement called “Sanctuary” shows up on
Shiloh’s doorstep looking for an escort the rest of the way. But
Sanctuary isn’t all its supposed to be.
When they find themselves trapped, every
second becomes a fight for survival. Can they find a way out before one
of them falls to a mad tyrant? Or will their little group be broken up
forever?
Author Bio
Makayla
Love is an aspiring Harley Quinn-esque super villain who has decided to
spend her time between nefarious schemes by writing paranormal novels
in her lair somewhere in the general Kansas area. She enjoys sit-coms
and doesn’t have enough shelf space for her ever multiplying collection
of books.
Links
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Blog: Website
Twitter: @AGirl_Unwritten
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