Excerpts are by far my favourite way of learning a bit about a story. They share a snippet and get you all hyped up to read the book. I happen to have one to share with you today and it's a goodun'
Journeying across the Arctic, their pasts are about to catch up with them.
Erica, Molly and Noah are embarking on the challenge of a lifetime, driving Siberian huskies across the frozen wilderness of the Arctic. Cut off from the world and their loved ones and thrown together under gruelling conditions, it isn’t long before the cracks start to show.
Erica has it all. A loving husband, a successful career and the most adorable baby daughter. But Erica has been living a double life, and as she nears her fortieth birthday her lies threaten to come crashing down.
Molly was on her way to stardom. But when her brother died, so did her dreams of becoming an Olympic champion. Consumed by rage and grief, she has shut out everyone around her, but now she’s about to learn that comfort can come from the most unexpected places.
Noah has a darkness inside him and is hounded by nightmares from his past. Tortured, trapped and struggling to save his fractured relationship, he knows this journey is not going to help, but try telling his girlfriend that.
As their lives and lies become ever more entwined, it becomes clear that in the frozen wilds there is nowhere to hide.
A startled scream left Erica’s mouth. It was her last sound before the fear gripped her body and stole her voice. Not that it would have mattered if she could’ve shouted for help. No one would’ve heard her, not even Molly standing two metres away, already on her sled and ready to go.
The huskies, with the exception of the one eyeballing Erica with an I’m-going-to-rip-out-your-throat glare, were all attached to the sled lines, their heads pointed to the sky and a stream of incessant barking filled the air. Every few seconds one of the pack would break from the barking to add a screeching yelp to the noise.
So much for having nothing to do with dogs. So much for ‘they’ll do their thing and I’ll do mine.’ Erica almost laughed at her own naivety. Stupidity more like. But laughing required movement and she was currently frozen to the spot about to be mauled by the biggest dog Erica had ever seen.
The creature was head to toe black and shiny, like the monitors at the studio right before being switched on in the morning. Its dark eyes fixed on Erica’s face as it crouched down, losing its front paws in the snow before barking at Erica. It wasn’t the excited chattering type of barks of the rest of the huskies, but something ferocious – a vicious warning.
A second later the dog launched into the air and flew at Erica. The force of his weight – a furry bus – slammed into her body sending her falling to the ground with the dog on top of her. Erica scrunched her eyes shut as the putrid stench of the dog’s breath hit her senses. Her body tensed as she waited for the pain of its teeth to sink into her skin.
‘Wow, Erica,’ Lee said from somewhere above her. ‘Looks like you’ve made a friend.’
Erica felt the weight of the dog lift from her body and she scrambled to her feet. ‘He … he just turned on me,’ she said with a sudden urge to burst into tears, from the fall, or the fear, or the frustration that she was the only one incapable of handling the dogs. A mix of them all, she guessed.
‘This is Kriger,’ Lee said, holding the dog by the back of his collar with one hand, and stroking its back with his other. ‘Kriger is the Norwegian word for warrior.’
‘He was going to bite me.’ Her voice was high and as screechy as the yelps from the rest of the huskies.
Lee laughed, a bellowing chuckle-like noise. ‘He gives the other dogs the odd nip now and again when they misbehave but he’s never bitten a human yet.’
Yet? Gee, how reassuring.
When I'm not running around after my two children, my husband, our Cockerpoo Rodney, or just plain running, I love nothing more than disappearing into the fictional world of my characters preferably with a large coffee and a Twix (or two) to hand.
When I am in the thick of a character crisis, I can often be seen walking around the village with my jumper on inside out and back to front, chatting (and occasionally laughing) away to myself.
I have a first class honours degree in psychology and a background in Public Relations, both of which help in everything I do.