Scary October – Day 12

I’d like to introduce another of my writer’s group, Cas Courcelle. Cas has many titles out there in the Harlequin stable, but has decided to do something a little different. I’ll post her interview on Sunday. In the meantime, here is an excerpt from her novel Down Dark Deep, a very creepy thriller:

Down Dark Deep


‘Strange mother; bizarre childhood.’ Kit’s flippant words belie the heartbreak that was her start in life. Chased by the past and a man who wants her dead, she is in hiding. Her refuge is threatened when she stumbles into another man’s madness and his fixation drags her deep into his distorted reality. His sanctuary from a hostile world could become her tomb; escape could drive her back to a killer.


Who was it? Who?

She saw a hint of a form behind the light, then a blurred movement. There was a muffled grunt, a scurrying sound, a shout. The light bounced with uncontrolled wildness, then stopped suddenly and flared up at the ceiling.

Kit could see Ruben’s back lit figure.

She held her breath and waited.

A man’s voice called out Ruben’s name.

Kit’s last little bit of hope died. This second man knew Ruben. He wasn’t here to rescue her.

She listened dispassionately as Ruben attacked. She heard the thud of fist meeting flesh, the growls of rage, the grunts of pain. She didn’t give a damn what they did to each other. She hoped they’d both be hurt bad enough to lessen the threat to herself.

She heard a cry of sound that grew to a chilling chant. Ruben’s voice.

—killthefather, killthefather, killthefather—

Swaying shadows, shadowy outlines, panting breath, a sharp shout of pain, then silence. Kit raised her head just a bit and stared over the blackness in front of her. There was little to see but a coned flare of light rising from the cave floor.

Suddenly the light moved, skittered around, then steadied.

The hand holding it lowered. Both disappeared into the rock.

Kit’s breath came in a startled gasp in the sudden darkness. She calmed herself. One man had left, the other was down.

Ruben or the father?

What did it matter?


Thanks for the excerpt, Cas! Hope it sparks an interest in Down Dark Deep. 🙂