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A Bit Of The Dark World MobiPocket

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By Toni V. Sweeney

When Lisa Chambers awakes in Temple General Hospital, she’s injured, widowed, and pregnant and her nightmares are just beginning. Frightening dreams of her dead husband, her baby, and grotesque creatures following a man with burning eyes spiral into wide-awake scenes even more sinister.

Daniel Walker is Lisa’s surgeon, a part-Native American whose people believed in a monstrous creature living in the waters off the Georgia coast. Drexl Von Dorff is the wealthy recluse who pulled her from the burning car, a man living on land once owned by Daniel’s ancestors. They’re bitter enemies and don’t care who knows it.

The two men are paying the new widow too much attention. Each wants her for himself, but the worse fact is…Lisa knows she shouldn’t but she can’t seem to stop herself from being interested in both…

Horror/Dark Fantasy

Sensuality rating: 3

Cover Art by Bev Haynes

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Author: Toni V. Sweeney
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Chapter 1

   Godalmighty, what a night!

Daniel Walker, MD, was a big man though not a particularly clumsy one, but there was nothing graceful about the way he reeled through the door of his office after stubbing the toe of his Croc on the threshold. Wavering to catch his balance and prevent crashing into his desk, he staggered around it and fell into the big executive’s chair, then jerked open the center drawer, searching frantically for the pack of cigarettes he kept there.

Gotta have that smoke…lemme at it before I have a nicotine fit. He was acting like a true addict and admitted it. Found it. As if discovering water in the desert, he extracted one, snapped open the lighter lying inside the drawer, and flicked it into life.

The tobacco flared, the tip of the cigarette glowed, wrapped paper curling blackly. Raking one hand through his coarse black hair, he leaned back, hungrily gulping in smoke. Ahhh…He closed his eyes, exhaling it out in a long, slow trickle. He’d been trying to quit, was doing pretty well too, what with that Nicorette CQ patch and all, but now? Hell, after tonight…he’d ripped the little piece of drug-soaked adhesive off his shoulder. The way I feel right now, I’d smoke a whole damned carton if I had it.

He’d never seen anything like it. As if God Himself had battered down the Gates of Hell and set free total calamity. Cracked ribs, broken arms, fractured legs…ambulances and police cars swarming and wailing…was there anyone left in Temple and surrounds in one piece?

A bit of an exaggeration perhaps. It was August and there was a full moon. Everyone knew those two things separately were bad news and together they spelled disaster. The heat and the moonlight made all the loonies—and they didn’t call them luna-tics for nothing—even crazier, while the sane ones bore the brunt of their madness.

    Whatever…the violence kept him busy. Once he’d realized he wasn’t going to see anyone upright and conscious, he had the desk nurse call his office, deciding there was no need to make his patients sit and wait. They probably had better things to do. Not Yours Truly, however. Along with the other surgical teams, young Dr. Walker was the Man of the Hour, and he’d been proving it since nine o’clock that morning, stepping out of the surgery arena only long enough to take a leak when the urge became overpowering. Wouldn’t do to piss into his socks and hold up surgery while they sanitized the OR.

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