It felt like someone was swinging a hammer against the inside of Eliza’s skull. The early morning dew caused a damp muskiness on the earth that blended with the mold and dust that burrowed beneath the thick layer of leaves where she lay her aching burden; assaulting her nose and adding to her misery. Her chocolate colored eyes felt pinned shut, but her hearing was abnormally acute. By the sounds around her, she sensed her surroundings were familiar ones. If she was correct, she was near the small cave that was nestled in a knoll that began the acres of woods at the far end of her family’s farm. It was a place that she’d discovered at a young age and had frequented whenever she required alone time. Her surroundings weren’t the greater mystery. How she got there was.
As her faculties returned to normal, she sat up and realized that how she got there wasn’t the biggest mystery after all. It was superseded by the fact that she hadn’t a stitch of clothing on.
None of this made sense. How did she get there and what happened to her clothes?
Straining her mind, she reached into the fog for a replay of the night before. She’d gone with her best friend, Reba, to a newly opened dance club. The place was packed, and dance partners were plentiful. The exertion from dancing combined with the excessive body heat made the air feel so stifling as to be practically unbearable. She remembered stepping outside for a bit of fresh air. Did Reba join her? She struggled to remember, but the visions in her head showed very little.
Squeezing her eyes shut almost to the point that it hurt, she forced her mind to function. She needed to remember the chain of events that led to her waking up naked in a field at the edge of the woods. Had she gone home from the club and sleepwalked? Or had something sinister occurred? She just didn’t know.
About the Author:
Eileen Sheehan primarily writes hot, steamy romances (mostly New Adult) with a
sexy male and strong female. A few are steamier than others (see their description).
The majority of her novels are paranormal, but some are just plain novels about
people in love (contemporary or historical with the author name of Ailene
Frances). ALL of her stories have a bit of naughtiness, some excitement, a few
thrills, and maybe a touch of mystery mixed in with sometimes naughty,
sometimes sweet lovin'. She strives to write a novel length that will allow the
busy woman to be able to sit down in an evening or two and be taken on a
romantic journey without having a week go by before she gets to the end of the
An incurable romantic, she has a love affair with at least one of her characters... one book at a time. She hopes the same thing happens to you.