Good morning all! Here's another sampler from WIDOW'S TALE
Something made her stop.
That prickly sensation at the back of her neck—the same paranormal sensation that occurred just before her ghosts arrived.
Under the beacon atop the bordering trawler, Serena traced the arc of light. In horror she watched the surging black wall of water that came straight at them.
Her scream was severed by its impact.
Launched from the deck into the frigid void, suspended in churning darkness for an eternity, Serena surfaced, choking. She squinted against the onslaught of the storm and located the trawlers, shifting shadows several feet away. Struggling to kick her feet, her arms flailed to keep above the waves.
Cruelly, Serena’s mind flashed to the past. She felt the weight of Alan’s hand on her head. Sputtering for breath, she tilted her neck back so that only her face reached the cold night.
Two kicks.
One.
Serena’s legs stopped moving.
With a last twitch of strength, her arms fell still.