Jeannie Parker stumbled through the frozen woods until she found the broken cabin. She was mad-lucky to find the decrepit shelter in the middle of nowhere. Her only destination was to get away from him. The promise of a romantic getaway turned into another horrifying game. This time he meant business. And this time, she was over it.
But her husband’s coming for her–to end her for real–she knows it in her bones. Their final showdown awaits. At least she’s stopped lying to herself about his depravity–so impossible to withstand, let alone outwit. Maybe she doesn’t deserve to get away given her complicity over the years. Cloaking herself in delusions proved the only way to stay married to a serial killer.
Still, a budding survival instinct within, Nag, disagrees with her assessment. The strongest part of herself won’t allow an easy surrender. Nag changes the odds.
And the odds stack up against her. Plummeting temperatures, endless wilderness, and festering evil diminish any chance of escape. Only one question remains: can she root out her own demons and flip the script on her inevitable demise?
Targeted Age Group:: 18-60
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
Getting stuck on a mountainside surrounded by miles of harsh wilderness proved a real challenge. I wondered if someone in our group could be dangerously unhinged–and if I'd have the grit to outwit them.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
My characters came up with me! I served as a portal for them, a way for them to be realized on the page. At least, it sure seemed that way.
Somewhere in the distance, the wind moves across the thick canopy of tall trees. Heavy snow sliding and falling, limbs breaking from the onslaught. Before the gusts, nothing moved. The temperature held the landscape like glue. Only sporadic cracks echoed through the woods. Everything remained white and icy blue and stuck in place. Frozen stiff, a winter wonderland.
But this is no wonderland. Closer still, the cold worms its way into the decrepit wood of the cabin–a broken outlier settled inside the sprawling maze. Same as me. I cling to refuge in this sagging shelter, smaller than a two-car garage. But the chill is taking over here, too. The walls contain rotten fibers, weakened from endless seasons of abuse. Painful air locks my lungs. I’m trapped in a meat locker. It’s still better than out there– his domain. I would choose any kind of hell over that brand.
I’m concealed in black shadow, but a patch of light exists nearby, I’m sure of it–even through my half-closed lids. Somewhere close, a beam crosses the floor and brightens the rickety slats like a stage. I imagine a spotlight. A flashlight?
I open one eye. Only the glow from a high round moon that spins the outside nightscape from onyx black to Arctic blue. Moonshine through a window still intact; curious how the glass remains unbroken. Doesn’t matter. I will never look out that window. Soon he’ll appear, face pressed against the glass–an inevitable demon.
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