A Foundation of Fear Excerpt (#RiskyResearch Series - Book 3)

Here is an excerpt from the third novel in the Risky Research Series, A Foundation of Fear. It is available in paperback, ebook, and audiobook formats from most on-line book retailers or the paperback can be ordered from your favorite bookstore. Here’s the Amazon link https://www.amazon.com/Foundation-Fear-Risky-Research-ebook/dp/B07PVL4391

Her heart raced as panic started setting in. She couldn’t lose Morgan again, but she wasn’t sure which way they went. There was no path, and the pond made it necessary to choose a direction or start swimming, which they clearly hadn’t done.

As she was ready to take a fifty-fifty gamble, Devyn spotted Morgan’s black dress shoe, indicating the direction she had been taken. She picked her way through the bushes and heard thrashing and heavy breathing. No longer worried about being detected, Devyn picked up her pace. Forcing her way through the vegetation, she nearly collided with the man’s back.

The man’s hands were clasped around Morgan’s throat making it impossible for her to scream.

Morgan’s fingernails were clawing at the hands squeezing her neck and she was kicking wildly. Despite the efforts she was clearly doing little damage in her current position though the distraction prevented the man from noticing Devyn’s arrival.

Devyn stowed her gun, unable to discharge a round with Morgan so close. She leapt up and brought her elbow down near the back of the man’s neck with all the force she could muster. The impact was enough to make him release his grip on Morgan’s throat.

Morgan stumbled back and fell to the ground, gasping for breath. She crawled away.

The big man went down but grabbed Devyn’s ankle as he fell, taking her with him to the ground.  Before she could react, he pounced on her and pinned her arms under his knees.

 Devyn bucked and squirmed, trying to dislodge the massive bulk. She was clearly out-matched, and helpless in her current position.

The man backhanded Deyvn across her cheek. She struggled to keep from blacking out as she braced herself for another blow.

The heel of Morgan’s remaining shoe came down hard on the man’s head.

He fell to the side, allowing Devyn to scramble to her feet and out of his reach.

He grabbed his head with one hand, cursing violently, while his other hand shot out towards Morgan.

Morgan leapt back, narrowly missing being ensnared.

“Go! I mean it. Go now!” Devyn screamed at Morgan.

Morgan hesitated, then ran.