Also by this author: Don't Tell A Soul , Bring Me Flowers , Follow Me Home, The Crying Season, Where Angels Fear , Whisper in the Night , Break the Silence, Her Broken Wings, Her Shallow Grave, Promises in the Dark, Be Mine Forever, Cross My Heart , Fallen Angel, Lose Your Breath, Don't Look Back , Pray for Mercy, Kiss Her Goodnight, Her Bleeding Heart , Chase Her Shadow , Now You See Me, Their Wicked Games, Dark Angel, Where Hidden Souls Lie
Can you believe this is BOOK 20!!!! I CAN NOT wait to read this book, I adore the characters and I love D.K Hood’s writing!!
Check out the blurb first,
As she opens her eyes and takes in the dark, damp earth, her heart races. She tries to move but the rope binding her feet cuts tight—she’s trapped underground. Heavy footsteps pace above. A tear falls down her cheek as she stifles a scream. He’s walking away. He’s left her for dead…
When a shallow grave is discovered in the dark pine forest surrounding Black Rock Falls, Sheriff Jenna Alton rushes to investigate. After unearthing the old bones, Jenna scours the area for clues: and her heart beats wildly when she bumps into a teenage girl, breathless and covered in dirt. Wanda Beauchamp tells Jenna she was kidnapped from her foster home and buried alive. Could the kidnapper be linked to the shallow grave?
Taking in Wanda’s thin frame, Jenna knows the poor girl is close to death. She’ll do everything she can to save her, but they’re miles from anywhere and night is falling fast. When Wanda falls, the kidnapper makes his move and Jenna is powerless to stop him taking the young girl’s life. Escaping the same fate, she is wracked with guilt and vows to catch the ruthless killer and bring him to justice.
When another girl is reported missing from a foster home, Jenna and her deputy David Kane know they must act fast to save her. Jenna believes the murderer lives off-grid, and a clue at a local supply store finally leads her to a remote cabin in the woods.
Still haunted by Wanda’s last moments, can Jenna lay a trap to outsmart this twisted killer preying on young girls? Or did she just put herself in unthinkable danger?
This absolutely gripping crime thriller is perfect for fans of Lisa Regan, Melinda Leigh and Kendra Elliot. From USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author D.K. Hood, Where Hidden Souls Lie will have you gasping for breath!**Each Kane and Alton book can be read as part of the series or as a standalone**
Here is an exclusive extract from the book!
He’s buried me alive.
Panic gripped Wanda Beauchamp as the heavy weight of damp soil pressed down on her. Disoriented and in total darkness, she moved her outstretched arm. She’d enjoyed enough time in her garden to recognize the touch and smell of soil as the unmistakable crumbly dirt moved through her fingers. Something covered her face, a cardboard box maybe, and had given her a small gap filled with lifesaving air. Had he wanted her to suffer or couldn’t he look into the eyes of his victim? Terrified, the need to be free gripped her, and biting back a sob, she moved her fingers, walking them up through the loose dirt. When they broke through the surface, she waved her arm around and dirt spilled over her pushing down the edges of the box onto her shoulders. Horrified of the soil slipping down to cover her, she tried to move her other arm but couldn’t feel her fingers. Her hand was trapped beneath her.
She pictured the position of her other arm. It was above her shoulder, and if she’d managed to bend her elbow to push it through the ground, the soil above wasn’t too deep. The will to live gripped her and she sucked in a lungful of damp air and rolled, surprised to discover soil moving above her. Ignoring the waves of pain wracking her body and using the box covering her head like a battering ram, she pushed hard with her knees. The soil above her was so heavy, like a massive log across her shoulders, and it pushed down on the box, crushing her head and neck. Relentless, and terrified as soil closed in tightly around her like quicksand, she gathered her strength and thrust upward. The second her head broke through the soil, cool air seeped beneath the edges of the box. Gasping deep breaths, she tossed it aside, dragged out her numb arm, and surveyed her prison.
The smell told her she’d been buried deep in a pine forest, and the icy chill and distinct smell of snow meant somewhere in the mountains. It was quiet, apart from the usual sounds of a forest at night—the odd screech of an owl and other wildlife out hunting. Waist-deep in the ground and waving unsteadily, she stared around a small clearing. Beside her was a newly dug shallow grave, and close by a soil-encrusted shovel leaned against a tree. Was the man who’d dragged her from her bed coming back to bury another victim? Trembling, she scanned all around. How long had she been unconscious? It had been dark when he attacked her, but she had no memory of what had happened next. Her head throbbed and she lifted her hand to examine her scalp. Her fingers came back bloody, the sticky substance black in the moonlight. She peered around searching for any signs of life. Only the full moon above filtering through the dense pines illuminated the area. If he was coming back, he’d use a flashlight, so she must be safe for now. Shaking out her numb fingers, she pressed her hands on each side of the grave and pushed up with her legs. In one almighty effort she rolled onto the forest floor. Panting as her senses slotted back into place, she sat up slowly. Nausea gripped her but she swallowed hard, fending it off. If she had any hope of escaping unnoticed, she must cover up the grave.
Heart pounding, she pushed the box open-side down into the grave and, standing on shaky legs, grabbed the shovel and scraped the dirt back into the grave. She looked at her footprints in the disturbed soil, evident even in the light of the moon. She walked a few steps into the forest, ripped a small branch from a tall pine and brushed away her footprints, leaving the large man’s prints undisturbed. She’d just replaced the shovel against the tree, when the screech of an owl made her turn and search the forest. Fear gripped her by the throat and she stared in disbelief. Way in the distance, a light bobbed. He’s coming
Until next time xxx
Katherine says
Sounds scary from the synopsis. Great review Zoë