The Lost Night Trilogy / Book Three, Legend of the Night
Blurb:
Agreeing to accompany one
of the galaxies wealthiest bachelors on a trip to test his latest invention, a
ship that shoots lightning bolts on demand, renowned pilot Hannah Ray discovers
lightning isn’t the only spark between them.
When he asked her to join
him, Nicholas James never expected his weekend outing would land him in the
middle of a war zone with the woman he intended to marry. His plans of
seduction ruined, Nicholas sees no choice but to join in the search for
survivors.
News that Nicholas has
been captured by his archenemy has Hannah flying to the rescue. Will she be in
time to save the man she loves, or will Nicholas be tortured to death by
Tressina Night?
Find out in the final
chapter of The Lost Night Trilogy, Legend of the Night.
Excerpt:
His heart pumped furiously. He wanted to brave, to
jump out of the cupboard and tell the bad men to leave his mother alone. Fear
kept him cowering in the dark when his mom screamed, “Jonathan!”
Cautiously peeking through the crack in the cupboard
doors, Johnny saw his father leaning against the kitchen door. There was a cut
above his dad’s eye and blood on his cheek. Quickly turning his head to the
left, he saw two…pirates, one on each
side of his mother. Putting his hand over his mouth, he shook when his dad’s
angry voice boomed out, “Leave my wife alone.”
“Or what,” the man beside his mother mocked.
Johnny sucked in a breath when his dad reached into
his pocket. He knew about the small knife he kept there. Relief washed through
him. His dad would stab their hearts out. They’d be safe now. That’s what he
thought. What actually happened stole Johnny’s breath. The knife came out of
his dad’s pocket, but instead of stabbing the men it flew across the room when
a laser blast knocked Jonathan to the floor.
In an effort to drown his mom’s screams, Johnny
squeezed his eyes shut and put his fingers in his ears while he begged God to
make his father get up and stop the bad men. When he finished praying, Johnny
peeked out again. One of the men was lying down on top of his mother. He’s squishing her to death.
His mom looked scared. Trying to be brave, Johnny took
his fingers out of his ears.
“Help me, Jonathan,” his mom moaned softly.
Johnny turned his head to see his father still lying
on the floor. A gasp escaped his lips before he clamped his mouth shut and
watched his father, eyes barely open, stretch his fingers toward the knife.
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