Today has been an amazing day blew through 1300 fans, and I have had a ton of new people visit so I've decided I am going to post the prologue and a few teasers to Expired Regrets for those of you who like to read a snippet before purchasing. Enjoy & Happy Reading! :)
**Please Note, This novel contains explicit scenes and profanity, Mature Audience Only**
Prologue
Loud
piercing sirens rang in my ears. I opened my eyes, but couldn’t focus on
anything. I could hear nothing but the sirens in the distance. Warm liquid
rolled down my face.
I
reached up to clear my vision. My fingers came into contact with whatever was
oozing down my face making me quickly wipe my eyes.
Bright
red blood clung to my fingertips. My fingers were covered in my own blood. In a
panic, I gasped for air, pulling on the seatbelt in an attempt to free myself. What happened? I took a deep breath,
before blinking my eyes several times in rapid succession trying to reset time
and bring back the faded memories. I closed my eyes to get my bearings.
Suddenly,
it all came crashing back. Bright headlights blinding me as they careened
around the corner. Screeching tires followed by the sounds of metal crunching
and twisting in carnage as the two cars meld together as one. My truck flipping
endlessly, until sliding on the rooftop into a tree, finally halting its
momentum.
The
smell of burnt rubber, from the tires losing themselves to the asphalt trying
to avoid impact, assaulted my nose.
My
body was numb to any feeling, as air became harder to pull into my lungs, making
it difficult to gain control of my breathing. I could tell the sirens were
getting closer, but not close enough, not fast enough. I prayed they would find
me quickly, as I tried to remain focused on the sound. I dozed in and out of
consciousness.
Lying
there trapped in the wreckage that was my truck, a woman’s fuzzy slippers came
into view before she crouched down beside my window. Her eyes were filled with
fear. She turned and yelled to someone farther away, and then disappeared as
she repeated the information. My eyes grew heavy again, as I heard her
screaming to the fire rescue who had just arrived. I could taste the copper
tang of blood that marked my life and future slipping away.
My
life flashed before my eyes, forcing me to see all of the choices I regretted.
I should have listened to Bryant, instead of running. But now the time to fix
them had passed me by. Lying here imprisoned inside my truck dying I had so
many regrets, so many things I wished I could go back and redo. Regrets that I
would have fixed had I known tomorrow would never arrive. Now they were all
simply my expired regrets.
F
eeling
the sensation of floating, I forced my eyes open and caught a glimpse of an
angel. The chocolate brown eyes of an angel were looking back into my own, and
I felt at peace. This was it, heaven.
