#Bookblitz…Dead Blue Sea…#BookBoost #Adult #PNR #PostApocalyptic #Giveaway #MustRead @XpressoTours @erinhayes5399

Dead Blue Sea
Erin Hayes
(The Berkano Vampire Collection)
Publication date: November 6, 2017
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Post-Apocalyptic

Point Break meets Buffy in post-apocalyptic Cape Town, South Africa.

They say that surfing used to be a way of life.
In Devil’s Bay, it’s the only way to survive.

My name is Carlyle. I’m a water witch who protects the fishermen of my village from the danger beneath the waves. My days are spent on my longboard saving everyone from the fins. My nights are spent dreaming of something more than my small village isolated from the outside contact by cliffs and jagged peaks.

Then a storm strikes out of the blue, and, well, I wipe out. When I wake up, I’m on the other side of the bay surrounded by vampires who want to see me dead. Major bummer.

Only Kopano, an outcast of the fangers, seems to take pity on me. You see, Kopano also spent his nights dreaming of something more, and he thinks I hold the key. The only catch? To find the truth, we’ll have to face the dead blue sea.

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“There’s some sort of irony,” I grumble, “in being sensitive to sunlight but also having to be outside during the day. Every damn day.”

She shrugs. “Do you want me to go tell the sharks to stop being nocturnal and hunt during the day?”

I snicker. “Aw, could you? Because then the fishermen could do their thing at night. And we could all avoid the sun like good, self-respecting, UV-sensitive witches.”

She chuckles darkly. “Ag, if only! But this is what we signed up for.”

I flick some sea water her way, and she squeals in mock-shock. “I signed up for this?”

Her smile falters. “Well, your mother did. But you’re still out here.”

Not that I really have any choice in the matter. It’s what’s best for the village, and there’s no denying that. I’m the best remaining water witch—if I suddenly stopped, we all knew that fishermen would lose their lives, food would become scarce in my village, and my own sense of self-preservation would be to blame.

Stuck between a shark and a wet place, I guess.

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Sci-fi junkie, video game nerd, and wannabe manga artist Erin Hayes writes a lot of things. Sometimes she writes books.

She works as an advertising copywriter by day, and she’s an award-winning New York Times Bestselling Author by night. She has lived in New Zealand, Hawaii, Texas, Alabama, and now San Francisco with her husband, cat, and a growing collection of geek paraphernalia.

You can reach her at erinhayesbooks@gmail.com and she’ll be happy to chat. Especially if you want to debate Star Wars. You can also sign up to her newsletter and get her free starter library.

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#Book #Promo…Not Dead Yet…#BookBoost #Horror #PostApocalyptic #Giveaway #OnTour @SDSXXTours @SamieSands

Not Dead Yet
AM13 Outbreak Series Book 4
by Samie Sands
Genre: Horror, Post- Apocalyptic

The AM13 Outbreak has affected everywhere, the entire world has experienced infection.

Victims of the virus are no longer human, they’ve changed, become something scientifically impossible. With their loss of human function and their new lust for flesh, there’s only one word to describe them…

Zombies.

The world is divided as everyone tries to work out how to survive. Many have already lost their lives in
the fight, but there are still a few who are not dead…

 Yet!

Don’t miss the other books in the AM13 Outbreak Series!
Lockdown
AM13 Outbreak Series Book 1
  
Forgotten
AM13 Outbreak Series Book 2
  
Extinct
AM13 Outbreak Series Book 3

Samie Sands is a 28 year old freelance graphic designer who has recently decided to follow her lifelong dream and use her creativity in a new way by writing.

She has a degree in Media Studies and PR and has already had articles published in a number of e-zines, including one of the most popular pieces at Zombie Guide Magazine. She has also had short stories included in a number of successful projects.

She lives in a small seaside town in the UK, but loves to travel to gain inspiration from new places and different cultures.

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#Book #Promo…Beautiful Corpse…#Fantasy #Cyberpunk #Dystopian #Tour #Giveaway

Beautiful Corpse

A Jubal Van Zandt Novel

Book Two

Eden Hudson

Genre: Fantasy – Cyberpunk / Dystopian / Post-Apocalyptic

Publisher: Shadow Alley Press Inc

Date of Publication: June 9, 2017

ASIN: B072M1HVRG

Number of pages: 167

Word Count: 52,000

Cover Artist: Katherine Kalymniou

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The best thief in the history of the Revived Earth is back, and this time it’s personal.

A deadly plague is ravaging the world’s population and threatening to kill the only person Jubal Van Zandt cares about—himself. If he doesn’t find a cure soon, he’s dead.

The most promising lead is buried in the ruins of an ancient sunken city stalked by savage predators, cunning parasites, and the twisted souls of long-dead mages. It would take an army to get Jubal inside … or just one of the most renowned knights in Guild history. The one Jubal betrayed and left for dead eighteen months ago.

First Jubal has to convince her not to kill him. Then he has to convince her to help save him.

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I  motored  the  Mangshan  between  a  pair  of  thorny  locust trees  that  served  as  the  end  posts  for  the  fence  marking  the southern  boundary  of  the  Xiao  family’s  ancestral  holdings.

Carina  thought  she  could  avoid  me  by  ignoring  my  messages  and staying  holed  up  out  here  in  the  middle  of  nowhere.  Pretty ridiculous  considering  how  well  she  knew  me.

At  the  end  of  the  driveway,  the  trees  pulled  back  to  reveal a  traditional  wet-country  house—long  and  low,  enclosed  by  a weathered  wooden  porch  complete  with  steel  sliding-panel  storm walls.  Today  the  storm  walls  had  been  thrown  open  wide,  letting the  meager  sunlight  shine  onto  the  house’s  creamy  parchglass  and wood  exterior  walls.

I  parked  the  ’Shan  at  the  end  of  an  ancient  stone  walkway that  had  been  buckled  by  the  unpredictable  water  table,  and hooked  my  helmet  and  ventilator  over  the  handlebars.  It  had taken  me  almost  an  hour  to  get  way  the  hell  out  here  from  Taern— and  that  was  running  the  ’Shan  wide  open,  without  any  traffic.

Why  Carina  would  want  to  live  so  far  out  in  the  soggies  that  she could  smell  the  fishshit,  I  couldn’t  fathom.

Fire  threw  open  blast  doors  all  through  my  body.  Heat,  the most  perfect  heat,  swirled  in  my  veins,  warming  me  inside  out. There  was  even  a  taste,  sweet  and  spicy  and  a  little  ashy,  like ember  dust  mixed  with  wrackrath  smoke.

My  eyes  flew  open  and  I  sucked  in  a  damp  lungful  of  country air,  trying  to  catch  up  on  the  oxygen  I’d  missed  while  I  was out.  I  checked  my  wristpiece.  The  attack  had  only  lasted  a  few seconds.  Less  than  a  minute,  definitely.  The  PCM  fits  were getting  more  frequent,  but  they  weren’t  getting  longer.  Yet.  If Carina  had  been  watching  me  out  one  of  her  windows  or  via  a security  feed,  she  would  think  I’d  just  been  taking  in  the scenery.

I  headed  up  the  walk,  careful  not  to  trip  over  the  uneven stones,  and  stepped  onto  the  porch.  One  very  handsome  devil  with sculpted  stubble,  perfect  skin,  and  dark,  piercing  eyes  looked back  at  me  from  the  reflection  in  the  house’s  parchglass  walls. I  admired  his  striking  features  as  I  knocked.

Not  that  I  needed  to  knock  with  the  number  of  early  warning systems  Carina  probably  had  set  up  around  her  house.  But  I’m nothing  if  not  polite.  Especially  when  I  want  something.

From  inside  came  the  unmistakable  sound  of  someone  kicking something  heavy  across  the  room.

“You  better  pray  to  God  I  never  make  it  to  this  door,  Van Zandt,”  Carina  yelled  from  inside.

Paperinas  flitted  around  my  stomach,  and  a  crazy  grin stretched  across  my  face.  I  hadn’t  felt  much  of  anything  but  the PCM  attacks  in  such  a  long  time  that  the  excitement  was  making me  giddy.

“Are  you  seriously  still  mad?”  I’m  not  always  great  with time,  but  it  felt  like  centuries  had  passed  since  I’d  last  seen Carina.  I  took  a  guess.  “Soam  was  like…a  year  ago?”

There  was  another  crash  inside.  Then  the  house’s  door roared  open  on  its  track  and  I  was  staring  down  the  business  end of  Carina’s  well-worn  knuckgun.  She  grabbed  me  by  the  jacket collar  and  slammed  me  against  one  of  the  porch’s  thick  wooden columns,  then  jammed  the  knuckgun  up  under  my  jaw.

“Eighteen  months,”  she  said.  A  muscle  in  her  mahogany- colored  cheek  ticked.  If  the  symmetrical  muscle  under  her  other cheek  hadn’t  been  trapped  in  all  that  shiny  pink  scar  tissue,  it probably  would’ve  tocked.

Our  time  apart  had  not  been  good  to  Carina.  Since  the  last time  I’d  seen  her,  crow’s  feet  had  etched  themselves  into  the dark  skin  at  the  outside  corners  of  her  green  eyes.  She’d  been athletic  and  sleek  before,  a  very  successful  feline  predator.

Now  shadows  stood  out  below  her  high  cheekbones.  Where  her  long sleeves  rode  up,  I  could  see  the  veins  in  her  wrists  and  thin straps  of  muscle  in  her  forearms.  The  past  eighteen  months  had whittled  her  curves  and  soft  places  down  to  hard  angles  and razorblades.  She  looked  sharp.  Painfully  so.

Apparently,  in  spite  of  Soam’s  nationwide  obesity  epidemic, good  eats  were  not  a  part  of  their  prison  system.

“It  took  you  eighteen  months  to  break  out  of  a  prison  pit?” I  squinted  at  her  in  disbelief.  “In  Soam?”

“My  femur  was  shattered,”  she  said.  “Two  of  my  vertebra  had to  be  replaced.”

“Pretty  convenient  excuses,”  I  said.

Carina  thumbed  the  knuckgun’s  switch  from  SAFETY  to  BURST, effectively  changing  its  purpose  from  SCARE  JUBAL  to  TURN JUBAL’S  SKULL  INTO  A  BRAIN  GEYSER.

I  tried  to  jerk  away  from  the  deadly  weapon—I  love  myself and  I  don’t  fucking  like  anything  that  has  the  potential  to  kill that  self—but  Carina’s  grip  on  my  collar  just  tightened.  She  had me  pinned  to  the  column.

I  grunted.  “You’re  awfully  strong  for  a  stick  figure.” “It  was  a  miracle  I  wasn’t  killed  on  impact.”

“Exactly,  so  what  are  you  yelling  at  me  for?”  I  said.  “It’s not  like  you  didn’t  know  what  you  were  getting  into  ahead  of time,  hiring  me.  You’re  just  mad  that  I  saw  through  your manipulation  in  time  to  save  my  own  skin.”

Carina’s  dark  eyebrows  twitched  together,  and  her  head cocked  a  fraction  of  a  fraction.  “Manipulation?”

“Don’t  play  dumb  with  me,  Bloodslinger,  it  looks  terrible on  you.”  I  tried  again  to  squirm  away  from  the  knuckgun.  “Will you  put  that  piece  away  already?  We  both  know  you’re  not  going to  use  it  on  me.  It’s  served  its  purpose—I’m  very  intimidated and  a  little  bit  aroused.”

Carina  made  a  disgusted  sound  in  her  throat  and  shoved  away from  me,  lowering  the  knuckgun  to  her  side.  “What  are  you  doing here,  Van  Zandt?”

“What  kind  of  stupid  question  is  that?”  I  straightened  my jacket.  “You  know  why  I’m  here.  You’ve  opened  every  message  I sent  you  since  you  got  back  to  Emden.”

“You  hacked  my  wristpiece?!”

 

About the Author:

I am invincible. I am a mutant. I have 3 hearts and was born with no eyes. I had eyes implanted later. I didn’t have hands, either, just stumps. When my eyes were implanted they asked if I would like hands as well and I said, “Yes, I’ll take those,” and pointed with my stump. But sometimes I’m a hellbender peeking out from under a rock. When it rains, I live in a music box.

But I’m also a tattoo-addict, coffee-junkie, drummer, and aspiring skateboarder. Jesus actually is my homeboy.

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#Book #Blitz…Darkest Days…#BookBoost #SciFi #YA#Post #Apocalyptic

Darkest Days
N W Harris
(The Last Orphans, #4)
Publication date: May 22, 2017
Genres: Post-Apocalyptic, Science Fiction, Young Adult

The ancient slave mongers who killed the adults and enslaved the children have angered a more advanced species of aliens. Composed of pure energy, this superior race has attacked the Anunnaki home world and is now setting a course for Earth.

The energy-based aliens believe in a system of trial by battle. They seek to push Shane and his friends into the arena with the ones who killed their parents. The results will determine if humans deserve to live, or if they should be made extinct as well. It’s up to Shane to keep his friends—and an army of kids who look up to him—alive. They’ll be fighting not just for their own lives, but for the fate of the entire human race. Can the enemy of Shane’s enemy be his friend, or is this just another species determined to exploit and destroy them?

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BY N.W. HARRIS:

What would I tell a new author?

What to tell a new author, hmmm… There is so much to tell, though every writer’s journey is different. First off, I’d tell them to write for themselves. If one writes just to get published and make money, I think they’ll go mad and/or quit before they ever get close. Why? It takes years to polish one’s craft enough to be published by a creditable publisher. I think writing has to be looked at as a hobby that could become a career. A writer has to want to write because there is something that is inside them that needs to get out. Write for a creative outlet. Write like it doesn’t matter if anyone besides you ever reads it. Write almost everyday, but it is important to take days off too.

Much of the education for the profession comes from practical experience. Sure, a writer draws from their experiences and traditional education. My educational background is mostly based in science, biology and anthropology, and it provides a volume of information to draw upon. But, I had to learn the craft of writing by trial and error. Every writer has to find his or her voice. That can take years, and it can only be discovered by hard work.

I’d tell them to persist. It’s my favorite word. You have to write a novel. Destroy it. Rewrite it. Invest countless hours and sometimes even years. Then you have to be willing to let all that work go because it was just the classroom where you polished your craft. You have to swallow rejection after rejection and keep fighting. When you get criticism, you have to listen to it. I’m not saying a budding writer should try to oblige every critic, but growth is critical and growth comes from taking in criticism. Deal with any pain it might cause quickly, and then get into the game again by applying what you’ve learned.

 

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Born at the end of the Vietnam war and raised on a horse farm near small town north Georgia, his imagination evolved under the swaying pines surrounding his family’s log home. On summer days that were too hot, winter days that were too cold, and every night into the wee morning hours, he read books. He lives in sunny southern California with his beautiful wife and two perfect children.

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#Book #Blitz…Rook…#BookBoost #Adult #Romance #SciFi

Rook
J.C. Andrijeski
(Bridge & Sword: Awakenings #1)
Publication date: April 22, 2017
Genres: Adult, Post-Apocalyptic, Romance, Science Fiction

From USA TODAY bestselling author, a psychic warfare alternative history set in a gritty version of Earth. Contains strong romantic elements – a book in the Bridge & Sword World. Apocalyptic. Psychic Romance.

“You are the Bridge…”

Allie Taylor lives in a world populated by seers, a second race discovered on Earth at the beginning of the 20th Century. Psychic, hyper-sexual and enslaved by governments, corporations and wealthy humans, seers are an exotic fascination to Allie, but one she knows she’ll likely never encounter, given how rich you have to be to get near one.

Then a strange man shows up at her work –– then another –– and pretty soon Allie finds herself on the run from the law, labeled a terrorist and in the middle of a race war she didn’t even know existed. Yanked out of her life by the mysterious and uncommunicative Revik, Allie discovers her blood may not be as “human” as she always thought, and the world of seers might not be quite as distant as she always imagined.

When Revik tells her she’s the Bridge, a mystical being meant to usher in the evolution of humanity––or possibly its extinction––Allie must choose between the race that raised her and the one where she might truly belong.

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I CHOKE… CHOKED… am choking… caught inside a fisted clutch of light, an egg-shaped pocket that holds me unflinchingly in place.

Inside that heated glow, I birth.

Stars swim past me in a pale swath, sky broken by sharp eyes and lightning flashes, snaking charges of gold and orange and crimson, the late side of the setting sun.

I am with him again.

I have never left him.

Now we lie together on a bed, wrapped into and around one another, alone in a single room in a building full of seers. I know I am supposed to be like them. I know I’m supposed to be the same as those women I met when we came in off the street––yet he is the only one here who feels at all like me. His breath warms my skin, his fingers wrap around me, stroking my face and neck and hair, stroking my arms and fingers and lips.

The pain between us worsens, a spike that arcs, starting as a gentle pull before it keens steeply up, inexorable, becoming gradually more unbearable, until I am sure my insides will be ripped out, torn into so many pieces there is nothing left.

Beyond where I lay, a golden ocean beckons. It is familiar.

Even more familiar than the mountains we share, the grief over our pasts.

He is there, too.

I’m sorry, he says. I did this. I did this to you. I’m sorry––

Shhh. My voice is steady, somehow apart from the lights clashing, the ghosts winging over both of our heads. Revik, it’s all right.

Don’t leave me, Allie. Don’t leave me alone with this.

I feel confusion on him, confusion in his own words, what he means by them. The feeling intensifies though; his hands tighten on my skin.

The pain worsens, too, making it hard to see.

Still, my own words come easily, without thought or regret.

I won’t, I tell him. I never will.

There is a question in this. The question shocks his heart.

I am asking him for something. My light is, anyway. I can’t say it’s a conscious question, not fully, but the intensity behind it is real, and it feels entirely like me.

I am asking him for something.

I want a promise from him. A vow.

I want him to give himself to me.

It is nonsense, what I am asking of him, but I don’t withdraw the question, nor try to qualify it in any way with words. I only wait, seeing what he will say. Before I’ve fully understood either the question or the possible answers he might give, he’s agreed.

A surrender lives in that agreement.

I feel shame there, too, like he knows he should say no, but he cannot––will not. He clasps my fingers, and I see tears in his eyes. They bewilder me, touch me sharply through the pain and he pulls me closer until…

He kisses me. It is a brief kiss. Clumsy. Awkward. Yet it is tender, too. Meaning lives there, more meaning than I can comprehend. I feel him agree again, and it feels final that time. It is absolute. He is certain now.

The vow is set. It is more than a promise.

It feels like an ending and a beginning, all at once.

Even as I think it, the night sky disappears. Above us, light weaves into complicated patterns, in and out like a shuttlecock between silk threads. I have a fleeting impression of time removed. The weaving of the threads grows more and more complicated, more subtle, more beautiful and intimate and more connected to my heart.

I watch a painting form in that vastness of sky, a painting of fiery, diamond light, in a pattern too breathtaking for words. My struggle stops, even as the pain I felt before melts into warm breath, a feeling of ending, of beginning.

I know, somehow. This is familiar to me.

I feel it in him, too, that surge of familiar.

The feeling is so heart-wrenching, so intense, I cannot see anything else.

He belongs to me. He belonged to me before I asked the question.

We know one another here, and a timelessness lives in that knowing, something that lives so far from my conscious mind it feels almost alien. That deep sense of familiar is something I can’t explain to myself, something I understand without words, without really understanding it at all.

Something is… different.

I don’t know it yet, but it will never be the same again.

 

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JC Andrijeski is a USA TODAY bestselling author who writes paranormal mysteries and apocalyptic fiction, often with a sexy, romantic and metaphysical bent. JC has a background in journalism, history and politics, and loves martial arts, yoga, meditation, hiking, swimming, horseback riding, painting… and of course reading and writing. She grew up in the Bay Area of California, but travels extensively and has lived abroad in Europe, Australia and Asia, and from coast to coast in the continental United States. She currently lives and writes full-time in Bangkok, Thailand.

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#Book #Promo…The Wizard Killer…#BookBoost #Post-Apocalyptic #Fantasy

The Wizard Killer
Season 1
by Adam Dreece
Genre: Post-Apocalyptic, Fantasy

“Harry Potter meets Die Hard” – M. Bybee, WereBook.org

“Madmax meets Lord of the Rings” – Goodreads.com

A world once at the height of magical technology and social order has collapsed. How and why are the least of the wizard killer’s worries.

Leaning my bloody head against the back of the crashed levitating carriage, I flex my cramped fingers. With a renewed grip on the mana-pistol, I steal a quick breath. The others better wake up fast, otherwise we’re all going to burn.

Written using a binge-TV show model, Season 1 contains 20 pulse-pounding episodes, and is an all new side to best-selling YA author, Adam Dreece.

 “…an intense action movie-style romp through a wonderfully detailed fantasy world. I freaking LOVED this story! I loved the cinematic feel, I loved the action scenes, I loved the characters. It is like Harry Potter meets Die Hard” — M Bybee, WereBooks.org, 5 Stars

“…imaginative and compelling series that is quite difficult to stop reading. Dreece knows exactly how to build and then neatly tie up each episode, while leaving the reader wanting more…. highly recommended.”

  • Reviewed by Jack Magnus for Readers’ Favorite, 5 Stars

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The Wizard Killer
Season 2

Kill me with a floating city? You got my attention. But then steal from me and try to burn me alive? You got me thinking.

I think I’m going to find your yigging, walking carcass and introduce it to two friends of mine: pain and vengeance.

By the way, I borrowed a lightning rifle. Don’t worry, I’ll return it… empty.

See you soon,

The Wizard Killer

Season Two kicks everything up a notch with 22 all-new, action-packed episodes!

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Adam Dreece kicked off his indie author career with his best-selling steampunk meets fairy tale series, The Yellow Hoods, which struck a chord with kids 9-15 and adults. After four books in the series, the former software architect put out two more young adult books, the post-apocalyptic fantasy book The Wizard Killer – Season One, and then his science fiction novel, The Man of Cloud 9. The first two novels in The Yellow Hoods series, as well as The Wizard Killer, have been finalists for Book of the Year awards from the Independent Author’s Network.

When he’s not working on his next book, Adam can be found giving talks at schools, libraries, associations, as well as comic-con type events like CalgaryExpo and FanExpoCanada on subjects from how to get one’s ideas out and stepping outside of one’s comfort zone, to how to give a successful book signing.

Along the way, Adam has faced many challenges, including working around his Dyslexia (reading and writing disorder), and needing to be ruthless with his time and energy in face of his severe asthma and chronic abdominal scar pain. He’s become an inspiration to some, and a symbol of tenacious hard work to others.

He lives in Calgary, Alberta, Canada with his wife and children. He is an active online mentor at adamdreece.com, and is a busy public speaker, panelist, and author in Canada and the Pacific Northwest.


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#Book #Promo…The Woodman…#BookBoost #Dystopian #SciFi

The Roads of Hell
The Woodman, Book 1
By G.H. Bright
Genre: Post Apocalyptic, Dystopian, SciFi
CONTAINS CONTENT SOME READERS MIGHT FIND DISTURBING.

POST APOCALYPTIC, yet so much more!

“Modified Ebola has decimated the globe, handfuls of survivors eke out an existence whilst others are intent on building from the ashes a world of unimaginable pain and horror. The Woodman fights to keep the world from tipping completely over the edge whilst battling his own demons.”

Imagine a world where nothing is easy. No electricity, electronic communications fuel or running water. Imagine that world came so fast there was nothing you could do about it. No preparation, no stockpiling of goods. One day you flick a switch and a fire comes on, the next day you need to learn to make fire to get warm and keep animals away.

No law, no order, survival of the fittest is the name of the game. From seven billion human beings to a few million spread out across the globe almost overnight.

Ebola has attacked the human race, virtually wiping it from the face of the planet. For those who survived, the struggle is just beginning and for some the nightmare is just starting.

A madman, now free of prison hospital builds an army and marches on Coast Town with the intent of taking for his own ends. Coast Town is a haven on the south coast of England, a refuse for the few survivors to gather and start again. Three years on from the dark day when Ebola first struck, the people face another challenge, this one perhaps all the more frightening because it might not kill you, just enslave.

Duke Woods, The Woodman, stands in the way of the madman. Duke has the power to stop him and a score to settle, too. With the help of another man, a new friend, they take the battle to the madman known
as The Black Pope.

Will Duke survive?

Can The Black Pope be beaten?

Will the Ebola virus, known to all as The Death, return?

As Duke’s past comes back to haunt him so the battle for life takes off, with not only his life in the balance but that of Coast Town,too.

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The Fires of Hell
The Woodman Book 2

This second instalment starts six weeks after Book one, the Roads of Hell, finished.

The reluctant hero in the making, Duke Woods, The Woodman, has contracted Ebola, otherwise known simply as “The Death”.

The Black Pope is still alive and kicking, unknown to most, and The Woodman has a new friend.

Michelle, a six-year-old girl remains at his side watching and waiting whilst The Death ravages his body. Hannah, the love of his life is not allowed near them in case she and the child she carries become infected and the communities, at the news of his contagion, go into lock-down.

Hannah is nearly six months pregnant, Sue is seven months into her pregnancy, and several other women are carrying babies too.

As Duke recovers, he finds the Army is still in place and helping everyone it can, and the Elders are still unable to achieve even the simplest of things. Coast Town looks to be thriving again with the new influx of people but as always, trouble is just around the corner and new horror surfaces.

Just when things looks good for the survivor’s, just as they begin to grasp skills forgotten, new evils and hard times rush to compound issues and make life a far greater struggle than it already was. The Death wiped out 90% of Mankind; illness and disease took even more.

Those that lived through it, instead of banding together, seem unable to change their ways and people find they still have to fight Mankind’s greatest enemy, Mankind itself.

 
The Gates of Hell
The Woodman Book 3

This instalment begins six hours after Duke Woods, AKA The Woodman, has decided he must leave Coast Town.

If he leaves, they stand a chance of negotiation with the small army coming their way and he gets to go home to his family. If he stays, the army will want his head. He has to try and flee, regardless of how it looks to others.

The ‘reluctant hero in the making’, fights his way out with bow and arrow, and arrives home only to find his family in mortal danger. Then, in a twist of fate; Duke is taken prisoner and escorted to Dover Castle. There he has, under threat of death, to fight for his freedom and his sanity as the true horrors of a madman come to light. Seth Windsor is insane and out for blood, a truly bad concoction, and he will only be happy when Duke is forced to fight for his life.

Sue goes to other lands to start a new and joyful life whilst Coast Town burns; only to find the sweet talking man was really a serpent in disguise.

Duke fights evil time and again, fashioning himself unwittingly into a hero regardless of his wish to not be.

Years of peace follow, communities come together, trade together and grow, and a network of towns and villages live in harmony with the people of the woods. Harmony that is, until evil rears its ugly head once more in the form of feral kids linked to Seth Windsor. The Death is still out there, perhaps it always will be, and evil men still rampage across the lands too. The peace is shattered by these feral kids and a new terror from the north. Will peace ever really come to The Woodman?

 
Hell on Earth
The Woodman Book 4

Duke and Coast Town face a new challenge as the horror from the north, having taken the Oxford Crew, move southward looking for The Woodman. Duke attempts to build an army and defend. Kufuo is still missing, on an adventure of his own trying to trace his roots and all the time ships from the new world head toward them for confrontation. Senator Horst is not all he seems to be and speaks with a serpents tongue. Marine Cobb goes AWOL and tells Duke what he already suspected, that Horst let the Ebola virus loose in the first place. Fighting for his life and the lives of those he loves, Duke must defeat the terror from the north and deal with Senator Horst whilst keeping his people together.

This fourth and final instalment gives the answers to who the people were that died at the start of book one, explains who unleashed the virus, modified it and why. Duke comes close to death, Sue at last finds happiness and Duke, Gould and Troy find out who lives on the forbidden isle.

This is the last in the on-going series, however, the saga continues with books 5 and six.

All Hell Broke Loose
The Woodman Book 5

Modified Ebola was created to wipe out the masses and cut down the numbers of humans on planet Earth. Three differing strains – due to natural mutation and the meddling of the mega-rich – has created a bleak world for those lucky enough to survive. This is book five in the saga and, whereas you might not have read books one – four, you can pick it up by jumping right in here. Life is peaceful once more, the newcomers are getting used to this way of life in southern England and Duke Woods is a dad again. Evil, however comes from across the Channel and threatens the very existence he has fought so hard to build. If the virus wasn’t bad enough this new terror rips the heart out of not just Coast Town but The Woodman too as this battle becomes personal and painful.

 

Hell Hath No Fury

The Woodman Book 6

Three differing factions head for Duke’s Lands. All have different agendas, one wants to live in peace and be friends whilst another is happy to die for the cause just so long as The Woodman dies too, and the third faction – an eight hundred strong army – wishes for nothing more than total domination. Attacked on different fronts, abandoned by The West and with his lands diminishing rapidly, Duke Woods has the fight of his life on his hands. It is a fight that will cost dearly, many people will die in battle and the return of The Death will take its share too. Stretched to the limits of manpower and with the weather against them, the Marines and Fighting Men stand side by side with The Woodman and family in a fight to the death to save Coast Town. This is a win or lose-it- all battle to the death. Contains graphic violence and sexual content, not for the squeamish.

 

I live on the South coast of England, Sussex to be exact, but I was born in Hampshire.

When not writing I Instruct motor vehicle studies, including computer diagnosis & diagnostics on modern systems. I love the beach, being social, walking the beach/woods and family life (not in that order) and real ale.

The Woodman saga – book one written in 2000 – is set in a world where modified Ebola has decimated human life as we know it. Duke Woods fights to bring peace and stability to life again but also has to fight his demons to do so.

A cross between Mad Max meets Game of Thrones, meets Contagion meets Robin Hood, this is the story of a modern day hero trying to do the best for everyone and putting himself in the line of fire to do it.

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Liberation
Kate L. Mary
(Moonchild, #2)
Publication date: Nov. 1,  2016
Genres: Post-Apocalyptic, Young Adult

From two-time award-winning author, Kate L. Mary, comes the sequel to MOONCHILD, “a much needed breath of fresh air in the world of YA fantasy.” After surviving the auction and a near death experience at the hands of Asher’s father, Scarlett Moon is more than ready for life to settle down, and with each passing day she starts to feel more at home in Columbus. Even with Asher ready for more than Scarlett can give, she manages to fall into a routine that almost feels like a normal life.

But one distress call is all it takes to destroy the serenity the group has managed to build.

As far as anyone knew, Paget had moved on with her life after storming out months ago, but the fear in her voice when she calls the warehouse tells a different story. Even though Scarlett never liked Asher’s ex to begin with, she can’t help feeling a little bit responsible for Paget’s situation.

Searching in the seediest part of the city, the group picks up clues as they try to piece together what might have happened. The more Scarlett learns about what the other woman has been through over the last few months, the more concerned she becomes. Even worse: there’s no sign of Paget anywhere in Columbus.

With all the clues pointing in one direction, the group leaves the city and heads for Hocking Hills. Only it seems the danger may have followed them, leaving nothing but death and destruction in its wake and putting Paget in more danger than ever before. As Scarlett learns more about the woman who used to hold Asher’s heart, she suddenly finds herself unable to deny how she really feels about him. Only, with Paget in trouble, Scarlett can’t help wondering if Asher might still have feelings for his ex.

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He runs his hand down the side of my head, trailing my dark hair through his fingers. It’s gotten longer since we arrived in Columbus, down to the middle of my back, and when his hand reaches the end of my hair, his fingers brush against my arm. My skin tingles, and I take a deep, calming breath. How does he always do this?

“Moonchild,” he whispers, leaning even closer. “What’s with that name, anyway? I’ve been asking you for months, and you never answer me.”

His eyes burn into mine, and I swallow. I don’t like to share. I hate being vulnerable. Especially with Asher. But my head is spinning and he’s so close, and before I have a chance to even think about it, I blurt out the words, “It’s a nickname my mom gave me.”

He freezes and his eyes hold mine, but his expression is unreadable. “Your mom?”

A tiny voice buried deep in my brain tells me to stop talking. This is what I’ve been trying to avoid for the past five months. Opening myself up to Asher. Making our relationship more real. Sharing. He’s given so much of himself to me. Shared his entire past. His mom’s murder, his time in the pits, the murder he committed that got him sent to the mines. His father. All the details and painful memories and how they’ve affected him. But I’ve told him nothing other than general facts. My parents were killed, I was sent to an orphan home, I ran away and spent time picking pockets before being caught and sent to the mines. I’ve intentionally kept out all the emotional details.

But for some reason, right now, I don’t want to listen to that voice. Not while Asher’s eyes are burning into mine, making everything hazy. I feel drunk. Drunk on Asher.

“I’ve never been a good sleeper, even as a baby. I got my mom up at least three times a night until I was four. My dad called me a night owl.” I smile despite the stinging that has started at the back of my throat. “But my mom corrected him. She said I was just a child of the moon. Her own little Moonchild. It stuck.”

Asher’s expression is still blank, and he seems to be holding his breath, almost like he’s afraid the littlest sound will break the spell and I’ll curl into myself. He doesn’t want me to pull away from him, and even though I know I should, I don’t want to either. No one has ever been as welcoming and warm as Asher is.

“How did it end up on the wanted posters?” he whispers. “How did they find out about something like that?”

I wince and want to look away from him. His expression is unguarded, and it’s like he’s looking at me through a microscope.

“I don’t know,” I say softly. “Probably a neighbor or friend. Someone who knew my parents. I never told anyone at the orphan home or in the mines… I don’t know how they found out. But it hurts when I see it on the posters. It twists the memories I have of my mom into something ugly and—” I slam my mouth shut.

No. I’ve gone too far. I need to keep some of myself tucked away, hidden from Asher and his disarming smile.

The expression in his eyes is different now. There’s hope swimming in them now when he brushes my hair back, away from my face, the tips of his fingers barely grazing my cheek. A tremble moves through me, and I suck in a deep breath. I should leave while I still can. Being this close to Asher is never a good idea.

liberation

 

Author Bio:

Kate L. Mary is an award-winning author of New Adult and Young Adult fiction, ranging from Post-apocalyptic tales of the undead, to Speculative Fiction and Contemporary Romance. Her YA book, When We Were Human, was the 2015 Children’s Moonbeam Book Awards Silver Medal Winner for Young Adult Fantasy/Sci-Fi Fiction, and the 2016 Readers’ Favorite Gold Medal Winner for Young Adult Science Fiction. Fans of The Walking Dead won’t want to miss out on her Amazon Bestselling Broken World series, and the soon to come Twisted follow-up series.

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