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Don't rock the boat: A suspense thriller with a hint of sci-fi set in a post apocalyptic world - Release date TBC
Excerpt - She crept through the water for some distance until the sound of barking had become little more than a distant echo. She scrambled from the creek, struggling for grip in the slimy mud and tumbled onto the grass at the top of the bank. Then she looped round, sticking to the shadows in a familiar pattern, weaving in and out of streets, never heading in a straight line. She checked her time as she neared the port. Twenty nine minutes. Crap she was cutting it fine. She darted across the street without too much caution as the knowledge that she was almost out of time consumed her, only to find herself under fire once again as an alert sentry spotted her. She dived for the cover of the containers, scraping her elbow on the hard concrete. Picking herself up she darted towards the harbour and away from the sound of pursuing footsteps.Finally she saw it. There in front of her, bobbing peacefully on the dark and glistening sea sat the Marybelle. Peter and Michael stood on deck and were in the process of pulling in the gang plank. A sudden bout of panic seized her at the sight and she lunged forward shouting,
“Stop! I’m here! Wait!”
Peter heard her and at once began to lower the gang plank. The sound of footsteps burst out from the maze of containers behind her and a voice yelled,
“Oi you stop! Stop them! They’re getting away!”
The sound of this gruff shout spurred Carrie on and adrenaline coursed through her veins, her blood hammering in her ears in a most deafening manner. Her heart felt as if it would burst free of her chest at any moment.
On hearing the shouts of the enemy Michael at once began to pull the gang plank back up, struggling with Peter for control. The two men shouted wildly at one another and pushed and shoved in an attempt to gain control of the precious gang plank. The sound of the yachts engines screamed to life over the already present racket as everyone yelled and screamed. The man who had allowed them access bellowed to the others to untie the tethers that held the Marybelle ashore. They followed orders and the ropes fell into the vast ocean below, instantly the great yacht began to turn seaward.
Carrie leaped at the gang plank just at the Marybelle began to move. She clung on for dear life. Michael managed to overpower Peter with an almighty shove that sent his scrawling across the deck. He pulled something from his pocket as Carrie clawed her way up the gang plank to safety. The object glinted in the light of the boats control room which was now fully lit. The shining blade edged closer to Carrie as she hung to the gang plank which was now being pulled back in.
Lilly VS Willie: A Christmas Adventure : A children's book
The Game : Another Luke McIntyre novel
Excerpt - She crept through the water for some distance until the sound of barking had become little more than a distant echo. She scrambled from the creek, struggling for grip in the slimy mud and tumbled onto the grass at the top of the bank. Then she looped round, sticking to the shadows in a familiar pattern, weaving in and out of streets, never heading in a straight line. She checked her time as she neared the port. Twenty nine minutes. Crap she was cutting it fine. She darted across the street without too much caution as the knowledge that she was almost out of time consumed her, only to find herself under fire once again as an alert sentry spotted her. She dived for the cover of the containers, scraping her elbow on the hard concrete. Picking herself up she darted towards the harbour and away from the sound of pursuing footsteps.Finally she saw it. There in front of her, bobbing peacefully on the dark and glistening sea sat the Marybelle. Peter and Michael stood on deck and were in the process of pulling in the gang plank. A sudden bout of panic seized her at the sight and she lunged forward shouting,
“Stop! I’m here! Wait!”
Peter heard her and at once began to lower the gang plank. The sound of footsteps burst out from the maze of containers behind her and a voice yelled,
“Oi you stop! Stop them! They’re getting away!”
The sound of this gruff shout spurred Carrie on and adrenaline coursed through her veins, her blood hammering in her ears in a most deafening manner. Her heart felt as if it would burst free of her chest at any moment.
On hearing the shouts of the enemy Michael at once began to pull the gang plank back up, struggling with Peter for control. The two men shouted wildly at one another and pushed and shoved in an attempt to gain control of the precious gang plank. The sound of the yachts engines screamed to life over the already present racket as everyone yelled and screamed. The man who had allowed them access bellowed to the others to untie the tethers that held the Marybelle ashore. They followed orders and the ropes fell into the vast ocean below, instantly the great yacht began to turn seaward.
Carrie leaped at the gang plank just at the Marybelle began to move. She clung on for dear life. Michael managed to overpower Peter with an almighty shove that sent his scrawling across the deck. He pulled something from his pocket as Carrie clawed her way up the gang plank to safety. The object glinted in the light of the boats control room which was now fully lit. The shining blade edged closer to Carrie as she hung to the gang plank which was now being pulled back in.
Lilly VS Willie: A Christmas Adventure : A children's book
The Game : Another Luke McIntyre novel