THORNS OF BETRAYAL by Lynn Donovan Book Blitz

Thorns of Betrayal

His destiny brought

them together, but will her past rip them apart?

Ever since her father’s mysterious death, Rose Bauer has suffered with migraines. Visions and voices reach out to her from the intense pain. Is her father’s spirit trying to contact her? Or is she going crazy?

Now is not a good time to be crazy.

Zeke Clayton claims destiny led him to her door. But how strong can destiny bind two souls when one is as tainted as hers? Is his love for her and faith in God strong enough to survive all her secrets? Will justice

ever be served against the one who has betrayed them all?

ISBN-13: 978-0615965123

ISBN-10: 0615965121

Expected Release Date: February 28, 2014

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Lynn Donovan writes from her heart and her passion for Jesus

Christ. She is a daughter, wife, mother of four, and grandmother of eight who

has five decades of experiences to draw from when creating her stories. She has

published a collection of Short Stories, The Clockwork Dragon, and novels such

as The Wishing Well Curse with AltWitPress. She categorizes herself as the

“sandwich generation” because she is caring for her mother who has Alzheimer’s

and her special needs sister. Lynn

enjoys reading and writing Christian fiction, paranormal and speculative fiction,

but you never know what might inspire a story in her head, so you could see a

novel under any given genre.

She had to get away from him, away from his lies. She pulled onto the county road. Her tires

fishtailed on the wet asphalt and her head banged against the driver’s window.

She slammed her transmission into second gear and then third. She could barely

see through the downpour. How could she let herself get caught in a spring

storm? She knew how bad they could get. Lightning flashed and momentarily

blinded her. She blinked and blinked. The residual ball of light obscured her

vision. Her VW splashed through a low-water crossing.

She down shifted as her car traveled through the water but returned the gear to third and

pressed the gas. He’s lying! That’s what Russell did. He lied! Nobody knew that

better than her. Wipers flapped vehemently across her windshield. Her mother

did not kill those people. They killed her. Her body shook as she sobbed. Tears

poured down her face. She scrubbed a knuckle across her nose. Around the curve

a granite outcrop became part of the view. Her little bug dipped and climbed

with the contour of the road. She needed to talk to Keisha.

The wipers squealed against drying glass. The downpour had stopped. She reached into her

purse for her cell phone. Her car slammed into another low-water crossing and

hydroplaned to her left. She jerked her eyes up. Terror shot through her chest.

Oh God! Her cell phone crashed to the floorboard and broke apart. She gripped

her steering wheel with blanching knuckles, but it didn’t help. The current

pushed her little Beetle off the concrete road into the water. It tipped to the

left and then righted itself. The Volkswagen bobbled but favored the left side.

She leaned toward the center and frantically looked around. Men and women ran

from vehicles along the side of the normally dry gulch.

Hysteria barely in check, she pounded the windshield and screamed, “Help me!”

The people were throwing ropes across the river down from her car. Thank God, they’ll catch the

car. Her eyes met theirs. They were yelling something at her.

“What?” She rolled down her window.

“Don’t move,” the crew hollered. “Don’t move!”

Three men spilled from a black Hummer. Many voices yelled for her to be still.

A warm sensation cascaded over her like a sheer drape. Her fear flushed out like a drain and

peace filled her heart. She would be saved. She sat back in her seat and

sighed.

Her VW jerked, and

her head slammed against the steering wheel. The ropes had caught. The current

roared against the hull, filling her ears, drowning out the people’s voices. A

warm trail of fluid ran down her neck. She touched her chin. Blood! Fear crept

back and tightened in her throat. Like a terrifying roller coaster, she tipped

in her seat. Her car was rolling over! She screamed as it continued to tumble.

Water punched her in the face and shoved past her as it poured into her car, quickly filling it.

Panic clawed at her mind as the water engulfed her. Her door opened. She jerked

her head toward it. A man! She could get out. She grabbed at his shoulders, his

arms, whatever she could get hold of to pull herself out. But she couldn’t get

out! She was stuck. He pushed back from her.

Oh No! Don’t leave me!

Her lungs burned.

Raw pain tore at her throat. Choking convulsions. Pain…fading…darkness.