Excerpt of A Gift of Thought

In the spirit of "flip the book open and see what it sounds like," here's a short excerpt from Chapter Six of A Gift of Thought, which will be released June 12th.

Stop reading here if you hate all spoilers! (Also if you object to curse words that start with the letter "B")

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She forced all of her weight against him, but her feet were already slipping on the smooth asphalt. “You shouldn’t get near strange women in parking lots,” she said. “You never know what they might do.” The words came out more breathless than she would have liked, and she tried to steal a glance at the ground. If she let him go, could she get the bag and retrieve whatever he’d been holding? 
No, she decided regretfully. He was too close, she wouldn’t have enough time. Choke hold? No, the bastard was too big. And too tough. 
She felt the snap more then heard it, but his scream of rage would have been heard halfway down the street if there’d been anyone around. Damn. She dropped his arm and then quickly kicked her bag and whatever was beneath it under the car as she danced backwards and dropped into a combat stance. 
Had the break even registered with him? He turned to face her, his arm dangling limply at his side. Pale skin, hair in a buzz cut so short it was almost shaved, probably 280 pounds of muscle. She was noting the details automatically, hoping she’d need them for a police report later. 
This guy was big, fast, and too hopped up on steroids or something else to care much about pain. Her best bet was to get help. And fast. 
Ty was going to kill her for being so over-confident. 
“Now I’m gonna kill ya, bitch.” 
Okay, Ty would have to get in line. 
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Last line revised courtesy of a wonderful beta reader, Mike Kent. Thanks, Mike!