FINN IS BACK. And he’s on the run. On his own. In COLD FEAR. Coming June 7. Preorder at #ColdFear #NewRelease #thrillerbooks @RandomHouse @BrandonTWebb

Finn surfaced and whipped around, just in time to see the skiff’s hull hurtling toward him. He lurched to the side as the wave’s fist slammed the boat back down onto the reef and smashed it into driftwood. @BrandonTWebb #BlindFear.

Finn gripped onto the rails, letting go between each set to bail, grabbing hold again every time he skidded down the face of another monster wave. @BrandonTWebb #BlindFear.

The seconds felt like days. His lips were cracked and bleeding from the salt water. Both his eyes had swollen almost completely shut. @BrandonTWebb #BlindFear.

The big sets were now thirty- and forty-footers, the smaller sets of ten- and twelve-footers crashing over him from all sides every two to three seconds. Pitching and rolling on the surface of insanity. @BrandonTWebb #BlindFear.

Finn sat in the darkness, stretching out his senses, feeling the waves with his body the way a blind man uses a cane to negotiate the hazards of the city. @BrandonTWebb #BlindFear.

The horizon looked like Judgment Day. Less than six hours until landfall, and already the cyclone’s spiral outer bands were sweeping overhead, bringing a sampling of the storm’s full fury. @BrandonTWebb #BlindFear.

Finn strained to pick up any telltale sounds. The wheeze and groans of the wind outside made a mockery of his efforts. @BrandonTWebb #BlindFear.

Punching through the swells felt like taking a half-track over speed bumps at sixty miles an hour. Water doesn’t compress. Each new impact was equivalent to running full-force into a brick wall. @BrandonTWebb #BlindFear.

It was past midnight. What ambient light there was from the stars and waning crescent moon had been shut out by the soot-gray clouds and fitful blasts of rainfall. @BrandonTWebb #BlindFear.

Finn pulled on the engine’s starter cord and it sparked to life, inaudible against the howl of the wind. He slammed on the throttle and the skiff took off, shooting out of the cove like a Tomahawk missile. @BrandonTWebb #BlindFear.

The old man had no regrets, not about any of it. He’d long ago learned that regret was just another form of self-indulgence. @BrandonTWebb #BlindFear.

The light inside the chapel was brooding and sullen, reduced by the bleak dusklight outside to sickly shades of gray. @BrandonTWebb #BlindFear.

The church was empty. Which didn’t surprise him. Finn had seen the looks on people’s faces. The fear in their eyes. Holy though it might be, this house was no longer a place of refuge for the meek and downtrodden. @BrandonTWebb #BlindFear.

Moral outrage . disillusionment . thirst for revenge . Nothing clicked. He wished it made sense to pull the trigger. It would be so much simpler if vengeance were the point. @BrandonTWebb #BlindFear.

Finn raised the Glock to eye level, aimed so that Special Agent Adamson could see deep into the empty tunnel staring at him. @BrandonTWebb #BlindFear.

She looked out at the ocean. A line of ice-crystal-white cirrus clouds rimmed the horizon, marching their way forward. The storm’s vanguard. @BrandonTWebb #BlindFear.

“Nothing last forever.” A common SEAL saying, usually invoked in the endless freezing nights of BUD/S or privations of the battlefield. The capacity to ignore temporary pain for the ultimate gain of a strategic win. @BrandonTWebb #BlindFear.

The air was heavy. It smelled of pigeons and fish and car exhaust and coffee, the smells of a normal summer day in urban Puerto Rico—but there was atmospheric unrest behind it. @BrandonTWebb #BlindFear.

A whisper swept over the bay. The wind was shifting. Finn closed his eyes and sniffed the air. The storm was coming their way. @BrandonTWebb #BlindFear.

A whisper swept over the bay. The wind was shifting. Finn closed his eyes and sniffed the air. The storm was coming their way. @BrandonTWebb #BlindFear.