After her car breaks down, Beth Kennedy is forced to stay in Florida, the target of Hurricane Sabrina. She stocks up supplies, boards up windows, and hunkers down to wait out the storm, but her plan unravels when she witnesses a car accident. Risking her life, she braves the winds to save the driver. Just when she believes they are safe, she finds out the man she saved could possibly be more dangerous than the severe weather.
Donovan Goldwyn only wanted to hide from the police, but the hurricane shoved his car into a tree. Now he's trapped with a beautiful woman while the evidence that can prove his innocence to a brutal crime is out there for anyone to find.
As Hurricane Sabrina wreaks havoc, Beth has no other choice but to trust Donovan to stay alive. But will she survive, or will she become another hurricane crime?
First Page of Hurricane Crimes:
Beth was going to die.
At least according to the nervous weatherman on her flickering television screen. An
image of what was supposed to be Florida wavered in and out, except it was barely
visible beneath the swirling mass of a Category 5 hurricane named Sabrina, which
seemed to have a vendetta against the sunshine state. She never once sidled away
from Florida but came head-on while gaining strength like a warrior preparing for battle.
Before the first gust of wind swept over the land, the governor put Florida on a state
of emergency. Authorities advised everyone to board up their houses and leave. If you
didn’t, you were practically signing your death certificate.
Beth Kennedy didn’t have family and had nowhere else to go for safety. Then her car
decided to break down, leaving her stranded at home. Apparently, it was conspiring with
Hurricane Sabrina for her demise. She boarded up all the windows; stocked up on
batteries, bottled water, and canned goods; and was going to hunker down to wait out
the storm. Anyone who planned to do this was either stupid or crazy, this again from the
nervous weatherman. And she didn’t like it when someone called her stupid.
Crazy? Perhaps. Stupid? No.
Outside, gale force wind was punching the sides of her house as rain pelted the
boards protecting the windows. The roof above her head groaned as if in pain. She
doubted her fence would last much longer.
She peeked out the window next to the front door, which was shaking violently in its
frame. The street beyond was littered with debris, her neighborhood was empty, and the
town she called home was ghostly. She was probably the only person in all of Florida
who hadn’t left.
Beth strained to see through the horizontal rain. At first, she thought she was seeing
things, but there was no mistaking the blue car fighting against the fierce wind and rain.
It was going too fast and swaying dangerously from side to side. She watched
helplessly as it lost control and slammed into a tree a couple of houses down. The hood
crumpled up like a crushed soda can.
Chrys Fey is the author of the short stories—The Summer Bride and Fallen. She created the blog Write with Fey to offer aspiring writers advice and inspiration. She lives in Florida where she is ready to battle the next hurricane that comes her way.
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Chrys, thank you so much for sharing your first page with the readers. I can't wait to read your book. I love stories with nature's fury as the background. Readers, get your copy as quick as you can!