Thursday, September 29, 2016
Built amid deep gorges cut by the Alzette and Pétrusse rivers, Luxembourg is the capital of the tiny European nation of the same name. The ruins of medieval fortifications in the foreground and modern buildings housing a number of important official European functions in the background make this a fascinating city to explore. We also had the privilege to visit the Luxembourg American Cemetery and Memorial located not far from the city. This memorial to over 5,000 American soldiers, who lost their lives during World War II, most during the Battle of the Bulge, was a deeply moving experience.
Tuesday, September 27, 2016
Morgan woke to pitch black. Not only were her hands and ankles bound, and her mouth taped shut, but she was also cocooned in a thick wool blanket. The bouncing told her she was in a vehicle, but she was clearly no longer in the back of her car.
Fear coursed through her veins as she struggled to understand where she was and what had happened. She wanted to take a deep breath to help calm her nerves, but with one nostril filled with dried blood and her mouth taped, it was difficult to breathe at all.
Forcing herself not to panic, she sucked in tiny bursts of air through her one open nostril until she was confident she wouldn’t suffocate. She wiggled her toes and fingers to try and get the blood flowing and the tingling to subside.
As the fog slowly cleared from her mind, she wondered how long she had been out. The last thing she remembered was trying to stand and keep her balance, so that she wouldn’t fall on the floor of that filthy warehouse. Now, she was here, but where was here?
Morgan tried to unroll herself from the constricting blanket, but soon bumped into a cardboard box. Despite the aches and pains emanating throughout her body, she bounced her body back toward her starting place, trying not to rewrap herself in the blanket, which would negate any progress. She unrolled herself again and repeated the process until she was free from the blanket.
Her body throbbed nearly everywhere, but being free of the wrap felt liberating. She wasn’t sure what to do next. She didn’t know if the driver of the vehicle was working with the woman who abducted her, or if he or she would be surprised to find her in his or her truck.
Morgan wasn’t sure how long she lay there in the dark when the truck finally slowed. She listened to the loud staccato noise of its Jake brake, and eventually the rig came to a stop. It was now or never. When the truck got back on the road, the driver would not be able to hear her.
She scooted around until her back was braced solidly against a large cardboard box. Once the truck motor silenced and she heard the door slam shut, Morgan kicked at the back door with all her might.
After several moments, she heard the lock and then the latch being opened. Light flooded the interior, blinding her. As her eyes adjusted, she found herself staring into the startled eyes of a man in a faded t-shirt.To get your copy of book 2 in the Risky Research series, A Taste of Tragedy, directly from Amazon for your Kindle click here.
Sunday, September 25, 2016
Thursday, September 22, 2016
I recently had the exciting opportunity to spend a little time in France, Germany, Luxembourg, and the Czech Republic. I’ll be posting some of these photos in the weeks to come under my Adventure Scrapbook theme. If you are interested in this area, please check back often. To kick it off, here are a couple pictures from Paris including Notre Dame Cathedral, the Eiffel Tower, and the Cathedral at Montmartre Hill.
Tuesday, September 20, 2016
Grace Talbot gripped the steering wheel of her white four-wheel-drive truck. Every muscle in her body tensed as she leaned closer to the windshield, straining her eyes, searching the blowing snow for the reflector poles, which lined the road, or for any tire track, which would indicate someone else had driven through recently.
Traveling the remote rural Wyoming road in a blizzard was risky, and she would have avoided such a stupid act if her Uncle Moss wasn’t in the hospital fighting for his life and Butch, his only hired ranch hand, wasn’t dead.
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