Patricia_Lynn

Here is a part from another one of my books. While reading this, if you see any grammar, punctuation or mis-spelled words, please let me know. I will paste a new thread, PART2 in a few days. Let me know what you think...PS Keep in mind, I have only gone over this a few times and still needs work.

Trev verily escaped his attackers, but not without a few battle scores of his own. Now he had to make it out of this place alive and try to figure out what was going on.
Why had those men tried to kill him? How did they know about his eccentric abilities?
The sound of a car close by, caught his attention, quickly, he ducked low and made his way closer, until the car came into view.
The hair on Trev’s body stood on edge as he sensed Butch, but that was impossible, Butch was dead.
When the sent become distinct, Trev felt his muscles tighten, all of his nerves felt alive and ready to explode. All of these years the bastard had been alive and rebuilding his army.
Trev sensed Butch closing in fast from behind him. He knew in his weakened state he didn’t stand a chance in hell and if he didn’t act fast, his life would be snuffed out.
Trev swore, if he survived this night, he would spend his life trying to put an end to Butch and his ring of murderous thugs.
When the car stopped, a lower class trig got out and started walking in his direction. Trev wasted no time as he swiftly plunged for the man.
Wrapping his hands around the man’s head, he twisted until he heard the bones give away.
Rapidly, he jumped in the car, turned out the lights and hit the gas. The cars ass end stared fishtailing all over the road and he almost lost control but in a matter of minutes, he gained it back.
Quickly, he made his way down the back roads, in the dark, heading toward the place he swear he’d never come back to, his home.
Trev closed his eyes for a split second; it had been sixty years since he’d stepped foot back into Colorado. He had hoped he would never have to return to this part of his life, but Butch’s appearance left him with little choice.
Fifty-nine years ago he’d struggled with his inner-self, trying to control the beast within him, and the hunger that lead him to the brink of madness. Now here he was forcing himself to unleash it. There would be hell to pay and he’d see to it Butch received its full force, but first he must survive this night.