Six Sentence Sunday

Welcome back! Elena has had a busy few weeks. She flew to Scotland and met the arrogant, sexy Scot, Faolan MacGailtry on the plane, and then was kidnapped by him an hour later. Insisting he was there to protect not hurt her, Faolan delivers Elena to her destination then kisses her senseless before disappearing into the night. A week later, Elena is attacked by four men, who make their plan to rape her very clear. Although she fought valiantly, her head slams into the side of her SUV and she loses consciousness, leaving her at the mercy of her attackers. The scene picks up with her alone in her room, wearing nothing but a bathrobe and no memory of how she got there or of who undressed her. As sound of footsteps approach...


The Six
There was nowhere to hide; they’d find her easily if she tried to escape through the window. She grabbed the fireplace poker and stood behind the door, ready to bring it down on whichever of them came in first. Heart pounding erratically in her chest, she stared in horrified fascination at the doorknob as it turned and the door slowly opened.

“Elena?”
 
She’d never expected to hear that unforgettable voice anywhere again, but especially not in her own bedroom--she stepped out from behind the door, but she didn’t drop the poker. “What the hell are you doing here?” 
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Six Sentence Sunday

Elena MacFarland moves to Scotland as part of a lucrative settlement. For the third time since she's arrived, however, someone is trying to hurt her. Liam and his gang plan to raper her, and possibly worse, and out here on her remote farm, no one would find her for days.


The Six
Liam shoved Elena face first into the back seat of the Rover, slid the knife into the waistband of her jeans and with a jerky yank of the handle, he cut the denim open from waist to crotch.

A feral growl rent the night air, raising hair on the back of Elena’s neck. It was impossible to tell from which direction the growl came; it echoed throughout the yard and bounced off the walls. Everyone froze, and Liam’s grip on Elena’s hair loosened. She took advantage of his momentary distraction and kicked out with her boot, catching him in the shin. 

The growl reverberated around the yard again, and then a disembodied voice said, “Leave!” 

Elena tried to twist and aim a kick at Liam’s groin, but he recovered quickly and slammed her head into the Rover’s door with a resounding thunk- and the world went dark.


Be sure to visit my other blog, Pen is Envy and the other Six Sentence Sunday entries.