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by Yolanda Sfetsos
Category: Romance/Science Fiction
Description: IRIS: She can't remember who--or what--she is. In Nexus City, the rain is deadly? When Iris wakes up naked, alone and surrounded by dead bodies inside a dark basement, she can't remember a thing about her life. Fox enters a basement in one of the lower levels of Nexus City looking for his Spec-Ops team, what he finds is a beautiful woman trying to crawl out the window. Together, they'll unravel a sick plan by the richest man in the city... who also happens to be Fox's father. Excerpt: Think, think? Her thoughts were scattered. Nothing was clear cut, or made real sense. The only sure thing was the need to get the hell out. If the water outside didn't touch her skin soon, she would descend into madness. A fever she wouldn't be able to cleanse away. Iris turned her concentration back to the window. It took several attempts and a lot of pain to her shaky fingers, but she managed to turn the latch. Now all she had to do was lift the glass enough to squeeze through and she'd be free of this nightmare. She raised the glass and peeked outside, enough to suck in a deep breath of the outside. The smell of wet concrete filled her lungs. Rapture ignited inside her as half of her body successfully squirmed out. Her mind cleared. A gust of wind lifted her hair and caressed her face, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. I'm almost home now. All excitement and clear thoughts slid away when she was grabbed by the ankle.
eBook Publisher: Eternal Press/Damnation Books LLC/Eternal Press, 2011 2011
eBookwise Release Date: August 2011
8 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [418 KB]
Reading time: 256-358 min.
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A sharp throbbing beat inside her head, and disorientation numbed her mind.
When she tried to sit up by pressing both palms against the cold, hard concrete below, she barely managed to lift her torso. Her arms trembled with the pressure of holding her body up. No matter how much she hoped moving would ease the pain extending through her limbs, it did nothing to help.
Everything still hurt.
Where am I? The question echoed inside her mind until it made her teeth chatter. The temperature was close to arctic, and goose bumps sprouted along her skin.
Her heavy breaths misted in front of her face.
Every muscle tensed as she peered around the unfamiliar and dark room. Even in pitch black, her eyesight adjusted quickly as she examined the surroundings and filth at every corner. Old newspapers--yellowed with age--littered every corner of the vast room in unstable piles, cobwebs adorned the ceiling like falling curtains, musty and haphazardly stacked boxes lined one of the brick walls, and something skittered beneath it all.
Ignoring the tapping of small rodent feet and the ache inside her head, she shot to her feet. Sucking in a ragged breath to wash down the sting, she double-checked the room.
I'm all alone.
A light breeze blew in from somewhere, stirring the strands of knotty hair which fell over her face and tumbled down her shoulders and back.
She looked down at her exposed body and confirmed she was completely naked. No wonder she was so cold. It had seeped beneath her skin. She had no idea how long she'd been in this place or how she'd gotten here.
With wide eyes, she noticed a dark substance covered almost every inch of her skin in erratic patterns, as if she'd been splashed with paint. Her arms lay limp at her sides, but they were also coated in the thick liquid. It streaked down the back of her hands and wrists and had dried beneath her fingernails.
The scent had already filtered into her nasal passages enough for her to recognize what it was.
I'm covered in blood from head to toe. Why?
She sucked in a sudden gulp of air, before following it with a series of longer breaths she somehow knew would calm her down. It took a few minutes, but she was able to regain control and felt the dizziness fade away.
Look around, learn your surroundings, and inspect ever detail. She wasn't sure if these were her own commands or someone else's, but they made sense.
First, she had to get warm, and that meant changing her naked status.
While checking her body for wounds, a swirling tattoo adorning the top of her left arm and the curve of her shoulder caught her attention. The longer she stared at it, the more the ink glowed green. Patterns that at first seemed to make no sense, eventually morphed into an ancient script she could understand.
It spelled out a word: Iris.