Title: Basement Level 5: Never Scared
Genre: Suspense/Thriller
Blurb:
Alexa Martinez was raised to believe that murder, deceit,
and lies were a part of life. A trained killer, she follows in her father’s
footsteps, specializing in political assassinations for Martinez
Security-contracted through the CIA. She thrives on the power, money, respect,
and-most of all-the adrenaline rush.
Despite the danger associated with her profession, Alexa
strives to give her children a normal life. But when her past catches up with
her, they become pawns in a deadly game of revenge. Operating from a secret
base, five levels below ground, Alexa struggles to unravel the puzzle,
uncovering secrets that will alter their lives forever. Now she must make a
choice-is she willing to die to give her children a life outside the
bullet-proof glass?
Excerpt:
As she neared the street, a shadowy
figure turned into the alley. Alexa froze. The sun had already gone down, so
she wasn’t sure if he’d noticed her. Cautiously, she slipped behind a trashcan
and leaned against the wall of the store.
“Did you see her?” a male voice
asked.
“No, I didn’t,” responded a
different man. “I checked the whole store. She’s nowhere in sight.”
“How did she slip past us?”
“I don’t know.”
She closed her eyes and wondered
how she was going to get out of this. Grabbing an empty pop bottle, she pitched
it behind her. Footsteps raced toward the sound. Once they were past her, she
bolted for the street as fast as she could go. It seemed too easy, but she went
with it—until she ran right into a third man, who grabbed and hauled her off
her feet.
She struggled, kicking and punching
him. Finally he lost his grip and dropped her. She immediately socked him in
the balls. It stunned him, but not enough to disable him. He grabbed her hair
as she slammed him in the knee with her good foot. His leg buckled, but his
grip remained steady. She grabbed another stray bottle and bashed him in the
face. Releasing her, he collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Another man advanced toward her and she kicked
him in the chest. Yanking her knife from its hiding place, she thrust it into
his neck. As a third man charged her, she pulled the knife out and plunged it
into that man’s leg. Before he could retaliate, she jerked her gun from its
holster and shot him.
A groan pulled her attention back
to the first man, who was struggling to his feet. She slapped him across the
cheek with the butt of her gun. He slumped back to the ground.
She leaned down and peered at his
face. “Who the hell sent you?”
About L. R. Wright:
L.
R. Wright is a devoted wife and mother. Born and raised in Southwest Michigan, near Ann Arbor, her
mother always instilled in her the importance of reading. As a young
girl, she loved to be holed up in her room creating stories. And that didn’t change as she aged. Eventually, her larger-than-life stories and
unforgettable characters propelled her to write.
When she’s not writing romance and
women’s fiction, she’s planning events, watching ID TV, or spending time with
family.
You can connect with Leslie here:
Twitter: @LWrightAuthor
