The Book Waitress, Camille Dutton, has luck on her side.
Good and bad. On the upside, she narrowly escaped death and Satan claiming her
soul. On the downside, a portal has been opened, and she can feel every time a
creature from Hell crosses over to our world.
Derek Galloway is one tenacious man. His curious nature
won’t let him rest until he closes Hell’s portal and finds a cure for Camille’s
affliction. Satan will have one helluva fight on his hands if he tries to claim
her again.
Camille and Derek, an unlikely couple, have found each other
in the darkest of times. Will they find the answers they need to free her and
the world from Satan’s grip? Or are they in for the longest, darkest battle of
their lives?
Excerpt:
A nurse walked in with a
basin, a rag, and a smile. She stood beside her after the doctors left and
began cleaning away the dried blood and washed out the wounds. Camille closed
her eyes during the procedure, imagining Nurse Chloe as her mom instead.
“All cleaned up and
dressed. I’ll send your friend in now, but when the plastic surgeon comes down,
he’ll have to wait outside.”
“Thanks.” She managed to
offer a weak smile.
A moment alone seemed
too much for her. Her heart rate exploded and she shook with irrational fear.
She never wanted to be alone again. Derek appeared by the curtain with a scowl
that quickly dissolved into a relieved grin. He rushed to her side and scooped
her up in his arms, replacing the gurney with himself as her bed.
“Hey, sweetheart, how
are you doing? My God, you’re shaking like a leaf. It’s okay. I’m here.” He
feathered light kisses on her temple and smoothed away her damp, matted hair.
“I’m all wet still,” she
admonished. “You’re gonna get soaked.”
“I don’t care. You’re alive. That’s all that
matters.”
“Thanks to you.” She
paused and continued in a hushed voice. “You tore me away from ‘You Know Who’s’
grasp. I was nearly gone. He had me. I’ll never forget what you’ve done for me.
Ahh!” She grasped at her ears and her body went rigid.
“What? What is it?” He
jumped up with her in his arms and put her back on the gurney.
“I can’t bear that
screeching sound and my cuts are burning me again! Oh God!” She writhed on the
stretcher while he looked on, wide-eyed, not knowing what to do for her.
“Oh, dear Lord,” she sighed
and closed her eyes. “It’s stopped.”
“What the hell was that
all about?”
“I don’t know,” she
croaked. “It happened while I was in the ambulance, too.” Before they could
discuss things any further, a doctor wearing scrubs, a surgical cap, and mask pushed
the curtain aside and gave him the signal to leave. She closed the curtain
behind her.
“Hello, Ms. Dutton. My
name is Dr. Landry and I’ll be attending to your wounds.”
Something about her
voice sent prickles of apprehension across her skin. “Okay.”
The doctor offered her a
hospital gown. “Here. It’ll be easier for me if you put this gown on instead of
what you have on now. Those gowns are not exam-friendly. Especially for what I
have to do. Keep the opening in the front and let me know when you’re ready.”
She stepped out, leaving her to analyze why nerves were twitching in her arms
and legs.
She took off the other
hospital wear, dropped it to the floor, and put the gown on as requested. “I’m
ready.”
Dr. Landry stepped back
in the curtained area and began her assessment. She opened the gown to reveal
Camille’s stomach and whispered. “Ah, my handiwork is holding up well, I see.
You’re my finest work yet.”
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Thank you to Deena for letting me participate in this blog tour. I hope you enjoy the tour and pick up the book. I have started reading it and love it so far.
~Sabrina
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