- 127 ChsContent
- ratings
- NO.200+SUPPORT
Her heart races, her muscles coil, and every impulse in Alessa's body screams at her to run... but yet she's powerless to move. Still struggling to find her footing after the sudden death of her parents, the last thing college freshman Alessa has the strength to deal with is the inexplicable visceral pull drawing her to a handsome ghostly presence. In between grappling with exams and sorority soirees - and disturbing recurring dreams of being captive in a futuristic prison hell - Alessa is determined to unravel the mystery of the apparition who leaves her breathless. But the terrifying secret she uncovers will find her groping desperately through her nightmares for answers. Because what Alessa hasn't figured out yet is that she's not really a student, the object of her obsession is no ghost, and her sneaking suspicions that something sinister is lurking behind the walls of her university's idyllic campus are only just scratching the surface... The Stitch Trilogy (including all three volumes: Stitch, Shudder, & Stuck) is a twist-laden young adult/new adult adventure spanning the genres of paranormal romance and dystopian sci-fi to explore the challenges of a society in transition, where morality, vision, and pragmatism collide leaving the average citizen to suffer the results. The Stitch Trilogy is created by Samantha Durante, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.
VOLUME ONE: STITCH
She woke to the sound of heavy boot steps marching down the hall and the familiar pang in her hip bones wrought from too many nights on a rigid metal cot. The back of her throat ached from the icy air ravaging her lungs; she could almost see her breath as she let out a weary sigh, resigned to another day in this hell.
What time was it? It was always difficult to tell from within her dim windowless cell. She listened as the footsteps approached, attuned to the jangle of the keys in the guard's pocket and the soft clap of the rifle against his back. Then she heard something she hadn't noticed before - a second set of footsteps, softer than the guard's, following slightly behind.
She shot up with a quick gasp, adrenaline surging through her body and firmly shaking off the last wisps of her semi-peaceful slumber. The footsteps paused outside her door as she registered the soft whooshing of a lab coat and the gentle tapping of fingertips against a tablet. She was certain now that they had finally come to fulfill their grisly promise.
She'd known this was a risk when she accepted her mission. Now she cursed the misguided hero complex and sorry luck that had landed her here. She had failed, and now she was going to reap her recompense.
As the heavy automatic locks on her cell door released with a tumultuous clang, she turned to face her captors, steeling her resolve for whatever unspeakable nightmare awaited her.
She was only glad that he wasn't close enough to hear her screams.
