I hope your day is going great. I had a few hiccups, but thanks to some wonderful people, things are looking much better.
But enough of that. That’s not what you’re here for, right? I hope you’re here for the Brita teaser.
Not sure who or what Brita is? Well, take a look at that nifty sidebar and check out the link to my book, Brita on Fire. It’s a short novella that I created just for Kindle. Well, for now anyway. I’ve got some great plans for this book, including a new cover and… wait for it… a second book! Yay! I know a few people who have been waiting for it. I promise, it’s on it’s way. But, (I say in mumbles) it’s currently on hold while I’m working on something even bigger.
What am I working on? Well, I can’t reveal that. Not yet.
But I do have a special teaser today from the second book of Brita on Fire.
Okay, okay… Enough teasing. Here it is:
Brita On Fire, Book 2 Teaser: Brita in the Basement
I awoke sitting up. My eyes were that still-tired-hazy you get when your mind isn’t ready to wake up. A soft cotton scarf tied my upper body to a metal fold-up chair and my hands were rudely tied behind my back with a course rope. My feet were also tied with a stringy fabric that dug into my skin.
As my eyes adjusted to being open, I took in my surroundings: cement walls and floor, rafter roof with insulation stapled to the boards, a single lightbulb dangling from a wire, a worn green leather recliner with a hole in the seat and scratches on the arms. No other furnishings. And me in the middle of the room, right beneath the dangling lightbulb.
My heart beat loudly and quickly as my mind raced through the many questions. Where was I? Who brought me here? What does he—or she—want? Did someone from the building grab me? Did I not get away fast enough or seem threatening enough? I did slow down. I hesitated. Why did I hesitate? What are they going to do with me? What’s the plan? Will I be tortured and left to die? Will I be forced to play out someone’s fantasies? Am I going to die?
As I experienced a well warranted panic attack, footsteps made another presence known. The steps came from above and behind a wall. Stairs. Was I in a basement?
The footsteps rounded a corner to reveal a man in a security uniform from the facility. The face smiled. He looked familiar. Very familiar. “Hi, Brita.” He smiled. “I don’t think we ever talked. We weren’t allowed to say anything to you. But do you remember me?”
He seemed friendly. Too friendly.
“Come on,” he chided, “you gotta remember. I saw you almost every day. Well, every day that I went to work. Ha ha. I don’t work every day. They give me days off. That’s good of them. My momma says they gotta, but it’s still nice. Do you remember me? Casper. I used to sit outside your cell. Frank and me would talk about where you got your powers. I’m pretty sure I’m right. The pickle, right? It’s gotta be the pickle.”
Casper looked around the room. “Hmm. I’m going to move you over by the other chair so we can talk.” He grabbed the back of my chair and scooted me, making a high-pitched screeching, so I sat a foot away from the recliner. He took a seat to face me and then immediately stood. “I forgot, I have food. I’ll be right back.”
Casper sprinted and disappeared around the corner and up the hidden stairs. He was back in less than a minute with two bowls of what looked like spaghetti.
“I hope you like this,” he said while holding out a bowl. After a minute of me staring back in confusion he jumped in realization, “Oh, right. You’re tied up.” He set the bowls on the arm of the recliner and took a seat. “I’ll have to feed it to you. Dr. Trever says I gotta keep you tied up.”
“Trever?” I whispered.
“Oh, I wasn’t supposed to say anything about him. He’ll be so upset. He told me not to let you know he was helping me. Oh, he’ll be mad. So mad.” Casper shook his head. “He’s not going to like this. Nope. Nope. I gotta go.” Casper left the bowls on the chair and trotted upstairs.
How was that? Did you like it? Intrigued? Sorry, that’s all I have for today.
If you haven’t yet read the fist book, head on over to the good ol’ Amazon store and check it out. If you have read it and are hungry for more, I promise, it will come.
For now, TTFN!