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This is my twelfth week on this blog hop. This week’s piece comes from my current romance WIP, Resistant. Resistant is a romance set in the middle of the zombie apocalypse.
So on to the excerpt. In this scene, I’ve moved ahead in time a bit. Part of Sahara’s group is now back at their base camp. Sahara and Daniel’s relationship has changed, but just how much she is unsure. I know I’m dragging things out, but I’ll be getting to the good stuff soon, I promise. J
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The others didn’t return that night with Stacey. Worry and panic spread throughout camp, but Daniel made sure to reassure everyone that their absence didn’t mean anything. Most likely Stacey wasn’t ready to move. This answer didn’t keep people from fearing the worse, but it kept them from overreacting. During the day, I slept. I slept from pure exhaustion and relief. I slept so hard and deep that I hadn’t dreamed until that next night.
I had made it a point to crawl into my bed while Daniel was out. The night before I had slept in his arms and had desperately wanted to sleep there again, but I didn’t want to be presumptuous, so I had reluctantly wrapped myself tightly in my own blankets and forced myself to sleep. A part of me had also been worried about the others, especially Charles, and that had contributed to my dreams.
I woke sometime around midnight to Daniel jerking my blankets off me and pulling me into his arms. I hadn’t been screaming, but I had whimpering and tossing and turning. When I first felt his strong, male arms on me, I fought him, thinking he was Marcus and that I was back in that room, chained to that bed.
“Sahara, Sahara, it is me, Daniel. You’re all right. Wake up, sweetie,” he whispered in my ear as he tried to stop me from fighting him.
At the sound of his voice, I wrapped my arms around him, buried my face in his neck, and cried. He picked me up, carried to his bed, and curled up with me. I didn’t cry for long. I forced myself to stop. I hadn’t been through what others had, and I felt as if I was being overly dramatic. Daniel didn’t seem to mind though. He held me close, rubbed my back, and asked if I wanted to talk about anything.
“There isn’t anything to say. It was a dream. He is dead. He can’t come after me. I just hate how dreams can feel so real.”
“I’m here now. You can sleep. I’ll watch over you.”
Nodding I turned over so that my back was against him and scooted as close I could get to him. Deciding I wasn’t close enough, Daniel pulled me even closer and wrapped his body around me.
“Daniel,” I whispered.
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For taking care of me. You don’t have to, you know. I’m a big girl. I…”
“Hush,” he said and lightly kissed the back of my head. This action reminded me that he hadn’t kissed me since we had returned. The realization broke my heart, but I knew it was for the best. I couldn’t get attached to him, I reminded myself. He would be the gentleman and be there for me, but I would have to prove to him I could do this on my own.
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I hoped you enjoyed that.
Don’t forget that HIM, my suspense/thriller, is now on sale. The novel has already received some amazing reviews on Amazon and Goodreads. Most of the reviews forewarn people that this novel is graphic and is not for those who love beautiful Hollywood endings. So far, all have given it four and five stars, despite the content because of how moving and powerful the story is.
Here are the novels links if you would like to know more about it:
