settlement. Once again, the stone towers were an effective deterrent to the triceratops. The towers did not offer enough space between to squeeze through and caused them to veer away from the doors. But this time the triceratops were sent towards the thorn trees and a rumbling storm of yellow and brown crashed into the green perimeter. The first few triceratops died, impaled by the pointed branches and then trampled by those behind them. Soon a path was made through the trees to the brick and stonewalls before they collapsed under the weight of the three-horned dinosaurs. They did more damage inside the compound, trampling people and buildings alike as they panicked.
Tanya’s ghostly raptor leaped among the stalled triceratops, as they were no longer being driven into the thorn trees. She and her comrades poured into the opening screaming the death-kill at the humans, the smell of blood and fear sending the raptors into a near frenzy.
Tanya saw her raptor plunge a spear into a woman’s back. Around her several raptors fell to arrows, another took a spear in his throat. The raptors, almost two feet shorter than the six-foot humans, continued to flood in.
A raptor used her spear and then a claw on her foot to maim and then rip open a human. The humans were in disarray from the triceratops trying to escape and the assault from the raptors.
More raptors died from the cornered humans but they continued to be attacked from the combined clans of the raptors. Some humans died as they tried to open the heavy front doors but they weren’t quick enough to allow escape.
A few lucky ones managed to escape in a boat, leaving the raptors howling in anger. The raptors could not swim and did not like to venture even into shallow water.
Suddenly, Tanya saw a face of a human up close. His eyes full of fear and rage and then the image became dull as the raptor that carried her spirit fell to the ground dying. A moment later she found herself back in the middle of the settlement but in her own time. She drew back on herself and emerged from the Aura, trembling, sweating and exhausted.
Passion and danger on a collision course with the Mayan Underworld…
Mayan Secrets
© 2008 Ciar Cullen
If you found an antique journal with the map to the Mayan Underworld, would you follow it? If you’re Tyre “Indiana” Rasmussen, you would. Tyre’s reputation for unorthodox treasure hunting is matched only by his reputation for breaking hearts.
The ever-professional Troya Twamley is determined to get her hands on the secret journal of a great explorer, even if that means joining forces with the sexy renegade and his oddball crew.
Tyre and Troya think they’re about to discover an ancient treasure, but instead find a horror that might end their torrid affair-and their lives.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Mayan Secrets:
Troya awoke and wished she hadn’t. Her head spun with pain, making her stomach churn. She opened her eyes and saw nothing but a faint light from under a wooden door. She ran her hand along the back of her skull, where a tender goose egg bulged beneath her hair. Where the hell was she? Where were Tyre and SinJin? She tried to prop herself on one arm to slither to the door, but the exertion sent her vision swirling, and she fell back to the ground, helpless and frustrated.
“Help!” Her raspy call was a mere whisper, and she realized that she was completely parched. How long had she been there? The earth—no, it was stone—was cold beneath her skin, and she ran her hand along the roughly-hewn surface, looking for any clue to her surroundings.
A scratching noise nearby sent coils of dread spiraling up her limbs. God, was it an animal? A rat, or worse?
She kept perfectly still, peering into the blackness, wondering what she could do to fight off the creature. Something grasped her ankle, and she screeched in terror.
“Quiet,” came a man’s harsh reprimand. “You don’t want them to come.”
Troya
Tanya’s ghostly raptor leaped among the stalled triceratops, as they were no longer being driven into the thorn trees. She and her comrades poured into the opening screaming the death-kill at the humans, the smell of blood and fear sending the raptors into a near frenzy.
Tanya saw her raptor plunge a spear into a woman’s back. Around her several raptors fell to arrows, another took a spear in his throat. The raptors, almost two feet shorter than the six-foot humans, continued to flood in.
A raptor used her spear and then a claw on her foot to maim and then rip open a human. The humans were in disarray from the triceratops trying to escape and the assault from the raptors.
More raptors died from the cornered humans but they continued to be attacked from the combined clans of the raptors. Some humans died as they tried to open the heavy front doors but they weren’t quick enough to allow escape.
A few lucky ones managed to escape in a boat, leaving the raptors howling in anger. The raptors could not swim and did not like to venture even into shallow water.
Suddenly, Tanya saw a face of a human up close. His eyes full of fear and rage and then the image became dull as the raptor that carried her spirit fell to the ground dying. A moment later she found herself back in the middle of the settlement but in her own time. She drew back on herself and emerged from the Aura, trembling, sweating and exhausted.
Passion and danger on a collision course with the Mayan Underworld…
Mayan Secrets
© 2008 Ciar Cullen
If you found an antique journal with the map to the Mayan Underworld, would you follow it? If you’re Tyre “Indiana” Rasmussen, you would. Tyre’s reputation for unorthodox treasure hunting is matched only by his reputation for breaking hearts.
The ever-professional Troya Twamley is determined to get her hands on the secret journal of a great explorer, even if that means joining forces with the sexy renegade and his oddball crew.
Tyre and Troya think they’re about to discover an ancient treasure, but instead find a horror that might end their torrid affair-and their lives.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Mayan Secrets:
Troya awoke and wished she hadn’t. Her head spun with pain, making her stomach churn. She opened her eyes and saw nothing but a faint light from under a wooden door. She ran her hand along the back of her skull, where a tender goose egg bulged beneath her hair. Where the hell was she? Where were Tyre and SinJin? She tried to prop herself on one arm to slither to the door, but the exertion sent her vision swirling, and she fell back to the ground, helpless and frustrated.
“Help!” Her raspy call was a mere whisper, and she realized that she was completely parched. How long had she been there? The earth—no, it was stone—was cold beneath her skin, and she ran her hand along the roughly-hewn surface, looking for any clue to her surroundings.
A scratching noise nearby sent coils of dread spiraling up her limbs. God, was it an animal? A rat, or worse?
She kept perfectly still, peering into the blackness, wondering what she could do to fight off the creature. Something grasped her ankle, and she screeched in terror.
“Quiet,” came a man’s harsh reprimand. “You don’t want them to come.”
Troya
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