Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : Gabriella Bradley
Word Count :58844
Publication Date :2013-12-13
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- Product Code: 978-1-77111-736-4
Megan had met the man of her dreams, only to have everything blown to smithereens in a single second.
On her first day at work, Megan met Mark Engler. Having lost trust in the male species, she resisted falling for him, but how could any woman help falling for the gorgeous, out of this world hunk?
Mark Engler, a playboy, had no intentions of settling down, until he met the new receptionist. On the night of her nineteenth birthday, he took her to a nightclub and planned to propose to her at midnight. How could everything go wrong in the blink of an eye?
It felt as if she was spiraling up from the depths of the ocean. Desperately, she tried to surface, gasping for air. Water entered her nostrils, her mouth, and she could hear the pounding of her heart as the dark waters claimed her.
A flash of light blinded her. Something wrapped around her body. Tentacles. Oh, God, a giant squid was squeezing any air that was left in her lungs out of her. A rush of blood to her head. Her brain was about to explode as the beast dragged her through the water.
Suddenly she catapulted upward, then spun down to fall face first on a sandy beach. Inhaling air into her smarting lungs, she rolled over. Above her was an azure sky, a blazing sun sending its hot rays to her body. Once she could breathe again, nausea attacked. She got up on her hands and knees, her stomach heaving. She retched, and retched again, puking what seemed like gallons of salt water. Where the hell am I? What happened? She couldn’t think straight. Her body ached all over and her mind was cloudy. After she stopped throwing up, she wiped the sand off her face and sat on her knees. Before her was an endless stretch of calm ocean. Turning around she saw nothing but pearly sand and dunes. Nothing marred the quiet beauty of the dunes. Not a single rock, not a blade of grass. How did I get here? Right, a giant squid attacked me and spit me out. How did I end up in the ocean in the first place?
Closing her eyes she tried to pierce the cloudy fog that occupied her brain, tried to remember. Mark… What happened to Mark? We were at Crimson Lights. He told me he loved me, asked me to marry him. As if she were watching a slow motion movie, a hand appeared before her holding out an open red velvet box. In it sparkled a beautiful diamond ring. She’d reached toward it, was about to tell him yes when pandemonium broke loose. There was an explosion, fire, bodies and limbs hurling through the nightclub. She’d felt herself jerked away from their table. Saw Mark collapse. Fire edged toward her, licked at her feet. People were screaming, shouting, running and panicking, trampling her as she lay bleeding on the floor.
Tears streamed steadily down her face as the horror of it all penetrated the fog in her mind, as she felt tongues of fire lapping at her body once again, smelled her hair burning, her skin. She reached up. Her hair was wet, but it was all there. She was covered in blood, but when she wiped at it, her skin was fine and she had both arms, both hands. Her stomach revolted once again when she remembered her severed arm, the blood gushing from the wound. It was a nightmare. It didn’t happen. And she was still dreaming. Had to be. How could there still be blood on her body? The water would have washed it off.
She stood, somewhat wobbly, but she was able to move her feet. The sand was hot. So hot, it burned the soles of her feet. Walking faster now, as fast as the soft sand would allow, she headed for the dunes. There had to be something behind them, a house, people, anything or anyone. The sun was scorching. She could feel her skin burn. Clasping her arms around her, she realized she was naked. Good God. I can’t show up anywhere like this. Where are my clothes? Now at the top of the first dune she held a hand over her eyes and saw nothing but miles and miles of sand and dunes and not a house or anything in sight. Well, if the blast and the fire didn’t kill me, I’ll certainly die out here. Where is here? She tried to yell but only a croaky sound came from her lips.
“Megan! Megan, can you hear me? If you can hear me, squeeze my hand.”
Where did that voice come from? It didn’t sound familiar. She looked at her hands. Squeeze whose hands? She made a fist and shook her head in confusion.
“That’s it, dear. Squeeze again.”
I’m going crazy. Voices in my head telling me to squeeze a hand. Yeah, right. She made a fist again and tried to giggle. Again, nothing but some frog like noises came from her lips.
“I think she’s coming to.”
“I’d like to put her into an induced coma. The pain will be too much for her,” a male voice said.
Megan shook her head, willing the voices to stop. She started down the dune, fell halfway and rolled down to the bottom. Instead of landing in more soft sand, she fell into a big hole filled with bright light.