I have decided to post a bit about of the projects I’m working on to give people a sneak peek at what’s coming down the pike. This is a section from a paranormal thriller novel I’m finishing up (working title: Unleashed). (Note: 50 other books currently share that title, so I need to figure out a new one.) The main character’s name is Abby, and she’s staying at a friend’s house in the guest bedroom, trying to go to sleep after a bit of a scare.

I try to post bits and pieces of what I’m working on in my facebook page as well as the M. B. Weston’s Treetop Inn Group, so please feel free to follow and join. 🙂

Please note: this has not yet been edited, and it probably contains a few mistakes.

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[Abby] closed her eyes, trying to quiet her thoughts. A thunderstorm had started, and webs of lightning decorated the sky. Wind howled through the trees outside.

Abby started shivering, even under the covers. The rain must have cooled down the house. Lightning lit up the sky, and Abby gasped.

Someone was looking at her through the window.

They sky went dark. Abby clutched the comforter to her chest and scooted against the headboard, trying to figure out if she was dreaming or awake and too terrified to yell. Lightning again lit up the sky and the window was empty.

Abby blinked a couple of times, trying to figure out if she was dreaming.

I’m on the second floor, she thought. No one could be outside her window looking in without scaffolding or serious acrobatic skills.

Lightning flashed again. The window remained empty.

Abby relaxed her grip on the comforter. She stared at the window until she drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning, Abby woke to the blare of her cell phone’s alarm. She forced herself to sit up, knowing she would fall back to sleep if she didn’t. She kept her eyes closed. As long as she didn’t lie down, she convinced herself. When she finally opened them, she saw a thin line of sunlight peeking through the window—and through her hair, which had fallen across her face.

After letting loose a yawn, Abby tossed her hair back and rubbed her eyes. She stood up, stretched, and opened the suitcase she had brought to Brandi’s, trying to focus on something other than wanting to stay in bed.

Uniform shirt. She grabbed one of the department’s dull, grey polo shirts. She frowned, wishing for something other than grey for a change.

“Purple,” she muttered. “They should give us purple.” She scowled as she pulled out a pair of khaki slacks. Her desire to stay home from work was increasing, especially since everyone would try to talk to her and find out how she was doing after last night’s break in incident.

Abby’s stomach and neck started to tense up as she remembered the events from the night before. “Stop,” she whispered. She was safe at Brandi’s. She couldn’t work herself into a state of fear the way she had when she imagined the person staring at her in the window the night before.

Abby chuckled at her own silliness. She was on the second floor; no one could possibly have looked in her window. She checked outside just to prove the point to herself. A quick glance confirmed it. No one could have climbed the smooth stucco wall. She didn’t see any balconies or tree branches anywhere near the window. No one could have been outside her window last night—and certainly not the person who broke into her house.

The smudged dirt in the shape of handprints on the outside windowsill told a different story…

Fantasy, steampunk, and paranormal novelist M. B. Weston is the author of The Elysian Chronicles, a fantasy series about guardian angel warfare and treason. Weston is also the hose of The Final Cut In Movies radio show that airs on TMV Cafe Monday nights at 8:00 EST. For more information on M. B. Weston, visit www.mbweston.com. To receive notification of M. B. Weston’s book releases click here to subscribe to Dark Oak Press & Media’s e-newsletter.