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Book Excerpt Cursed Heroes: The Beginnings

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About The Book

beggins-cover-kendleTitle: Cursed Heroes: Beginnings

Author: WilliamD.  Ollivierre

Genre: Science-Fiction / Fantasy

In a universe where technology and the bad guys have gotten out of control, and a place where the destruction of a planet filled with people to test a weapon is the best way to show its power. Something must keep the balance of power, so the universe doesn’t fall into chaos. But when all forms of police and law keepers fail these heroes known as the Brothers Will stand tall.

Cursed by faith or maybe something much more powerful. Theses heroes fight risking everything in order to protect the universe they live in. Asking for nothing in return not even recognition, or so it may seem. These cursed souls are cursed to wander the universe forever protecting it against their own will.

Come see where they came from in this epic telling of just a few of their stories.

Author Bio

authorpicAuthor William D. Ollivierre, was created to write science fiction. With an imagination, that takes him out of this universe, to one of the wondrous worlds, heroes, and adventures. Then with his captivating voice, he takes you by the hand taking you for a ride in these worlds, pulling you deeper and deeper with each word.

He has published four books to date, one book of poems (The will of the heart, the love within) and three Science fiction works. Two short story collection and one novel, all as part of his Cursed Heroes saga that has only just began.

Links

http://mindofwill.com/

http://mowuniverse.com/

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Book Excerpt

I closed my eyes taking a deep breath, as I did I tried not to think about anything, but all I could think was this must be a dream it’s too crazy not to be. After all the first time I saw him, it was a dream and there is no way this was really happening I might as well go with it.

“Now what do I do now?” I asked. “Nothing you’re doing good just try to keep your mind clear.” He said as I opened my eyes, he put his hands together and spoke softly and seriously. As if what he was saying was of grave importance. “Run imprint program 777, subject Human, male, age twelve. Begin imprint process at ten present.” As his words finished I felt something moving through the hand he had poured the liquid in first, then the second hand. At first it was just my hands, then it began to spread throughout my whole body. “Increase imprint rate to fifty present.” He spoke once more as he did, I could feel my body heat up. It started to burn; it was as if my blood was boiling. A few minutes passed like this before he spoke again. “Active all systems, complete imprint now.” He said and as he did the pain grew, I felt as if I was on fire. I screamed out as the pain grew more and more it was like nothing I had ever felt before, I could feel every inch of my body, and it was in pain that just kept getting worst and worst. I could feel my heart beat; with every beat, it felt as if it was, pushing red-hot knives through my vines.

My cries echoed through the darkness but there was nothing and no one to help me I was lost in a world of pain, I soon lost track of time. It seemed as if I was in pain for day’s maybe weeks my screams eventually grew weak as my lungs gave way to the pain.

It was now completely silence, the pain pushed my mind to it limit as my body tried to shut itself down. My lungs gave way, I stopped breathing, I felt my heart slow and come to a stop. Somehow, I was still alive, the pain grew still, I reach my limit after what seemed like weeks, and then my mind gave way.

I woke up sweating in my bed. I jumped up and looked around my room. “Did I just have a bad dream? It must have been but it felt so real.” I said as I began to stand, I stood up then unbelievable pain shot up my spine into my head and knock me back down. “Oh no it was real? No it couldn’t be it was just a dream and it was over now.” I slowly made my way to my feet and got something to drink as I returned I looked in the mirror in my room.

There seem to be something written on it, it took a while for me to be able to read what it said. “I will see you in three years to complete the imprint.”

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Book Excerpt from The Age of Amy: Channel ’63

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EMANCIPATION

“I quit!” I shouted, my shrill voice echoing through the courtroom. “I resign from this family!”
“Please take your seat, Amy,” said Judge Higgins. “Your theatrics have been noted, but you are in Family Court, not an episode of Law & Order.”
The judge shuffled a pile of legal documents on his tall desk, then set aside the one that prompted the hearing in the first place: Petition for Declaration of Emancipation of a Minor. State law permits minor children, with unresolved parental issues, to leave home and live with someone else. I had filed the papers on my own, with no help from anyone.
What they basically said was that I wanted to be free to live on my own; to be liberated from playing the dutiful daughter; to be released from the grip of my controlling parents. In simpler terms: I wanted a divorce from my family.
It was a bold move to make, especially for a sixteen-year-old.
The August sun shined through the tall windows onto an empty jury box. On this day, no testimony would be given from the witness stand. There were no lawyers, no court reporters, nor spectators in the gallery. The judge didn’t even have a gavel.
My mom and dad sat at a long table normally reserved for high-powered attorneys. I sat at the same table, a few empty chairs down from them. After all, they were the bad guys, not me.
“As to why you are all here,” said the judge, “I have called this hearing to see if this issue can’t be resolved before proceeding further.”
My dad raised his hand and rose to his feet. “What’s the point?” he said. “We are all in agreement in this matter.”
“Absolutely,” added my mother. “Amy wants to move out, and I for one don’t plan to stand in her way.”
“I understand that,” said Judge Higgins, “but before I can issue a ruling, the laws of this state and the Department of Social Services mandate that the court shall first attempt to mitigate the situation, in accordance with Family Code Regulations.”
Legal mumbo jumbo! The “situation” was clear. I no longer wanted to share my life with my parents, and they made no bones about not wanting me around.

About The Book

amy3_coverTitle: The Age of Amy: Channel ‘63

Author: Bruce Edwards

Genre: Young Adult

What if you could tune your TV to the year 1963, and watch—live? A new theme park attraction allows visitors to not only observe, but talk with the people of that turbulent decade. For 16-year-old Amy, it’s the perfect escape from her own time, and the hardships of teenage life in the 21st century.

Things get complicated when Amy falls for a teenage boy in the 60s. Trying to build a relationship across time proves maddening, especially when computers bleep any language that might impact the future. Happily, Amy acquires a “magic clicker” which defeats this annoying restriction. But gaining the ability to speak freely comes with a heavy responsibility: Amy now has the power to alter history!

She struggles to be mindful of her speech, but finds the temptation to reverse the mistakes of the past irresistible. It is November, 1963 on the other side of the TV screen, and President Kennedy is about to be assassinated. Knowing the details of that tragic event, Amy hatches a dangerous plot to save the 35th president, unaware of the deadly consequences facing her long-ago friend, who must carry it out.

Author Bio

amy3_bruce_edwardsAward-winning author Bruce Edwards is a former Hollywood film animator, and brings the whimsy of a character artist to his stories. A music major in college, he is also an accomplished musician and composer. His other creative endeavors include a stint as a puppeteer and performing magic at Disneyland. Bruce’s thought-provoking books for young adults are never short on fun, fantasy, and imagination.

 

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Book Excerpt Monsters and Miracles

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Excerpt 2 – Monster Imagined

It had been so simple and easy to replace the flashlight’s batteries when he could see what he was doing. His shaking hands, suddenly had five thumbs each.

Xander heard a noise. It was very near. He froze in place. The noise stopped, too. Several long seconds crept by. Had it been just his imagination? Xander pondered the question for a few moments. No, he’d definitely heard it.

The sound could have been tiny toenails tapping on the rocky ground. A chill ran down his spine. The faint noise started again. It was right in front of him! He jumped back. The noise jumped with him. Xander kicked and swung his feet and arms out in all directions. The batteries flew out of the metal tube, bouncing off the side wall before they clattered and rolled off. The other noise got louder. His lethal feet were ready to strike out again.   It sounded very close… Impossibly close… It was, Xander realized, coming from inside his own head!

He slipped his dry tongue between his teeth. The noise quit immediately. His own chattering teeth turned out to be the blood sucking, dagger-clawed, evil creature that had been about to devour him.

Embarrassment overrode fear. Then a different fear gripped him.

Oh, no! The spring… He touched the end of the cap with his pinky finger.   Miracle upon miracle, after all that, he found the spring still attached. Revved up from the sudden surge of adrenalin, Xander tried to calm down. He declared the area around him to be a monster-free zone. He felt better.

When he was much younger he’d been deathly afraid of the dark. Preschool Alexander was convinced that monsters lurked in the closet and under his bed. The strongest memory Xander had of his father was one night he came to his room, and declared the top of Xander’s bed to be a ‘monster-free zone’. It had worked. Xander sometimes had to sneak across the dark bedroom at night, but he always felt safe once he climbed onto the ‘monster-free zone’.

About The Book

XY-Cover-1600x2400 ATitle: Monsters and Miracles (The X+Y Files #1)

Author: Wayne A.D. Kerr

Genre: Middle grade paranormal adventure

Is the local legend of survival truly a miracle?
Why do his mother’s brownies taste so good?
Is there other intelligent life in the universe?

Xander Bookman already knows the answer to one of these questions.  With the assistance of his adventurous cousin, the seventh grader embarks on a quest to learn the truth about the other two.  When Yzzie mysteriously disappears, Xander must find his way through a pitch black labyrinth, face monsters both real and imagined, travel across a strange secret world and get some help from some very unusual new friends to rescue her.

Join Xander and Yzzie on the adventure of a lifetime.  The truth defies imagination.

Author Bio

Wayne A D Kerr was born and raised in Canada, but has lived in the United States for the past twenty years.  When not writing or reading adventure novels, he is most likely hiking, biking or playing tennis.

Links

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Book Excerpt from Shawndirea

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Sunlight filtered through the leafy canopy. Several birds flew low across the stream and through the trees. Seconds later two yellow butterflies glided to the edge of the far bank and landed. A larger butterfly caught his attention. At first glance he thought it was a giant swallowtail, but instead, it turned out to be an oversized tiger swallowtail.

Ben’s fingers tightened around the net handle. He pushed himself to his feet. He stepped lightly and headed toward the stream to get a better look at the butterflies. Near the bank, a blur of metallic bluish-green streaked past him.

“Damn!” he said, watching the zipping wings catch the breeze and glide.

With incredible speed, it darted up, down, left to right, and along the stream’s edge. Perhaps the sweltering heat or near dehydration was playing tricks on him, but he was almost certain glittery dust trailed behind it.

Ben hurried after the butterfly, a prize unlike any other in his collection.

Few butterflies in this part of Kentucky had such metallic colorings. One he thought of immediately was the White M Hairstreak, but this one was too large and flew much swifter. Another butterfly with similar colors was the long-tailed skipper, but the sheen sparkling off the butterfly following the stream was too bright. Its flight was also more erratic. The skipper stayed near gardens, and he doubted any strayed this far into the woods since the larvae food plant was the leaf of various beanstalks.

Ben realized he had just discovered something new. Excitement shot through him.

He hurried along the stream and jumped over a fallen tree. His sudden pursuit had not gone unnoticed. The iridescent creature darted downward and swept through the tiny branches of a shrub. But Ben moved faster.

As the beautifully winged specimen shot through the other side of the bush, Ben arced the net sharply and captured his prize. The end of the net pulled and stretched while his captive struggled to fight free.

Quickly, Ben clamped his fingers near the end of the net, but by the time he did, the struggling ceased.

He opened the net and looked inside. His eyes widened.

“What the hell?” he asked.

At the bottom of the net lay a gorgeous creature, but not what he had expected to capture. Her wings were tattered, frayed. Unconscious, he hoped, but he feared she might be dying or already dead. Broken scales and wing fragments covered her nearly nude body.

His excitement of the chase suddenly turned to regret and dread.

A faery?

Ben dropped to his knees and gently set down the net.

“God,” he whispered. “I hope I didn’t kill you.”

 

Shawndirea

Shawndirea PB2Title: Shawndirea

Author: Leonard D. Hilley II

Genre: Fantasy

Often the smallest unexpected surprises garner the most demanding dilemmas, which proves to be the ordeal that entomologist Ben Whytten faces. While netting butterflies to add to his vast collection, he mistakenly sweeps what he thinks is the most spectacular butterfly he has ever seen into his net. Upon examining his catch, Ben is horrified to discover he has captured a faery and shredded her delicate wings into useless ribbons. Devastated, Ben vows to take Shawndirea back to her realm, Aetheaon; but he discovers that doing so places their lives into immediate danger. To get to Aetheaon, they must pass through a portal rift deep inside the haunted cavern, Devils Den. Once they cross the rift, Ben enters a world where mysteries, magic, betrayal, and power struggles await. He must adapt quickly or die because Aetheaon is filled with enchanted creatures and numerous races where chaos often dominates order. And since Shawndirea’s destined for the throne of Elvendale, opposing dark forces plot to prevent her from ever reaching her kingdom again. The faery’s magic isn’t enough to fully protect them, so he must trust other adventurers to aid them during their journey.

Author Bio

IMG_0042Leonard D. Hilley II currently lives in the mountains of Kentucky with his wife, Christal, and their two children. He is the author of The Darkness Series–Predators of Darkness: Aftermath, Beyond the Darkness, The Game of Pawns, and Death’s Valley.

Links

Book link: http://www.amazon.com/Shawndirea-Chronicles-Aetheaon-Book-One-ebook/dp/B00KYTQWUY

Blog link: http://deimosweb-hilley.blogspot.com/

Twitter: @Deimosweb

Facebook Author Fan Page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Leonard-D-Hilley-IIauthor-page/157289854329916?ref=hl

Shawndirea is available via Kindle Unlimited as well.

Giveaway

There’s a tour-wide giveaway for two paperback copies of “Shawndirea”. The giveaway is international.

 Go here to participate in the giveaway.

Book Excerpt from Phoenix Rising

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“Phoenix, don’t drink, love!” Nick said taking the decanter that she had just picked up from her and sitting it down. Nick hated that she depended on alcohol to help her with her anxiety. It was not good for her. Turning and picking up the decanter, Phoenix poured herself a shot of brandy. “The only people that can tell me what to do, Nick, are my daddy and my man and YOU are neither; so cheers,” she said before downing the entire shot. ‘Jesus that shit burns! That will show him, brainiac!’ she was thinking. Walking over to her window, Nick put one hand in his pocket and the other on the back of his neck. “Don’t start this again, P. Why does it have to be anything? Why can’t we just enjoy each other?” Nick said to her turning around to face her.

“Nick, do you see Vixen and Daniel? Shit, even Nya and Sal? I want a relationship; a bond with someone that I can count on and that can count on me. Not just a regular dick to service me. Not that your dick is not fabulous, but damn,” Phoenix yelled at him.

‘DAMN IT,’ Nick was thinking. ‘Not you, Phoenix. I thought you understood.’

Putting his head back and looking at the ceiling, Nick decided to stop the bleeding before it got worse.

“I am sorry, love, but you are not the type of woman that I would marry,” he said looking at her and putting his hands in his pockets.

“Ha,” Phoenix said taking a moment so that she would not let him see that he had just broken her heart. “That’s fine, Nick, I am more than enough for a man that is man enough for me. That obviously is not you,” she said walking over to her chair and sitting down. “Now, please get the hell out of my office before I have you removed,” she finished. Phoenix started typing a memo like she was not devastated.

Nick started to walk toward her. He knew that he had pushed her too far but he did not want her hoping she would get something he couldn’t give. “Phoenix, love, I just…” he started to say but was cut off by Phoenix.

“I am sorry. Did you forget where the door was?” she said angrily without yelling. The James women had a way of telling you to ‘kiss their ass and go to hell’ with just a look. Vixen was A LOT better at it than Phoenix but she was doing a hell of a job right now. “Let me help you; it’s right over there,” she finished pointing at the door.

“P, I am not leaving until we talk,” Nick said to her.

“Ha! Really?” Phoenix said smirking as she pressed the emergency button on her desk. Within two minutes, members of her executive security team were walking into her office.

“Yes, ma’am?” one of them said.

Phoenix stood up and said as she was walking to the bathroom, “Mr. Crown seems to be having trouble getting the fuck out. Help him out, won’t you?” she said before slamming the bathroom door. She waited until she heard her office door close and slid to the floor and cried.

About The Book

23287678Title: Phoenix Rising

Author: Leila Lacey

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Phoenix James is plus sized dynamo, she is tall and light skinned, very earthy and eclectic in the way she dresses.

Phoenix is funny and fun loving; she has the personality that can make friends in the desert. Outgoing and charismatic, easy to talk to. She is the girl that all the girls want to have as a friend and the girl that all the fellas think is cool. She is loyal to her friends and family to a point of sometimes hurting herself if they are not being true to her.

She is single and has no kids, she has been married once and that relationship ended in divorce after he cheated on her. Although on the outside she seems totally confident and comfortable in her own skin to the public; she is sad and insecure about her weight and finding true love, Because of her insecurities her choices in men have been bad and most times disastrous.

Nick Crowne is 6’2” with broad shoulders and chocolate brown skin and brown eyes. He was born and raised in Britain so has and accent. His dimple on his right cheek gets him out of a whole lot of trouble with the ladies. Always being a slender man he is not much of a gym rat but still has an amazingly toned body with a deep sensual voice; he was married to the love of his life who died in a car accident 6 years ago, with their two year old daughter. He is not looking for nor does he have a desire to be in a relationship. He has decided that he will never let that pain touch him again. Besides the fact that being married to him was dangerous because of his family.

Nick is a man with culture and pride in being a black man. He donates extensively to scholarships for under privileges black children to go to college. He is a shark in business and a teddy bear in private.

He does not lie or sugar coat things he feels that, is just a way to cause more heart ache in the end. Being that he is so blunt and honest many people feel he is cruel and do not understand him. Born to a…. what American’s would call mafia family, he once worked 3 jobs and went to school full time to create a good life for himself and his family outside of a life of crime. He has worked hard for all he has and will fight dirty to keep it.

Author Bio

Leila Lacey is a romance author living in Michigan. With 3 Amazon Best Selling Books. Her unique, yet titillating, genre blurs the lines between romance, interracial love and erotica. Now in her late 30’s, Leila has been passionate about writing since age 10. She can often be found traveling the world, enjoying water sports, listening to jazz music or volunteering at Vista Maria, a local youth program for young women. Leila, above all else, loves her friends and family. It is with their support that she is able to create magical scenes of true human intimacy on every page. Follow Leila Lacey on her endeavor to be America’s next New York Time’s Bestselling Author!

Links

http://www.leilalaceyromance.com

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https://twitter.com/leilalacey1

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UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Phoenix-Rising-Goddess-Leila-Lacey-ebook/dp/B00MXSLACY/ref=la_B00K82W080_1_3?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1411990238&sr=1-3

Book Excerpt from Ruby’s Letters

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September 2006

 

                Three large men glared at Emma Hopkins, their beefy arms crossed over equally massive chests. Her gloved hands tightened around the handle of a sledgehammer.

                Her employees. Fearless. Manly.

Pouting like a bunch of four-year-olds.

“Oh, stop sulking. You guys always get to do the demolition. It’s my turn.”

“We are no sulking. We are waiting,” Carlos quipped in a thick Cuban accent. “Swing the hammer.”

“Yeah, just pretend the wall is the head of that meter maid who gave you a ticket while you were stopped at a red light,” Bart said.

Relaxing her hold, she scrutinized the laborer. “You know, Bart, you really scare me sometimes.”

“He scares all of us.” Mike, her head mason, flicked a contractor bag until it opened.

“Gee, I can’t imagine why.” Emma returned to her task. A gentle late-summer breeze came in through the open window, bringing with it the pleasing fragrance of damp earth. “Hush, all of you. I need to focus.”

She studied the five-foot-high brick structure jutting out from the wall that imprisoned the enormous kitchen fireplace, looking for the perfect place to land her blow. The bottom half appeared solid, with pin-straight mortar joints, but the top was sloppy and uneven. Either two different people had built this thing, or someone had imbibed a few cocktails while on the job. In any case, behind the wall was a huge fireplace she was itching to get her hands on.

She’d earned this privilege.

With a deep breath, Emma swung the hammer through the air.

As soon as the heavy metal head made contact, the top portion of the barrier gave way. She gasped in surprise, stumbling as the hammer dropped from her hands. Bricks and mortar collapsed into the firebox as a blast of cold, stale air swept through her, sending chills down her spine. No, not chills. More like an electric shock that froze her body for a millisecond before it warmed again.

Emma steadied herself. What the hell?

Estás bien, Boss Lady?”

She focused on Carlos’s concerned face, trying to shake off the odd feeling. “Yeah. I was just startled at how easily it fell.”

He smirked. “Even the wall knows not to mess with you before you’ve had your café.”

Emma removed her safety glasses and slapped them against his chest. “You’ve just been reduced to bag holder.”

While she mindlessly tossed debris into the contractor bag Carlos grudgingly held open for her, her sense of pride grew.

She always loved the first day at a new job, but this one—this one—would put her fireplace and chimney company on the map. Working in a historic brownstone practically at the foot of the Brooklyn Bridge was going to be a delight, even if it was a bitch to find a parking space. She loved this part of Brooklyn Heights, and with ten fireplaces to restore, they were going to have one hell of a job to brag about.

As long as everything went smoothly.

Her gloved hand wrapped around something long, thin, and hard. What the hell? She gave a good tug and withdrew a bone. Great, another dead animal. She’d better get it out of the firebox before Bart saw it. With his sick sense of humor, God only knew what perverse ideas he’d come up with just to get a laugh.

Grabbing a droplight, she brought it over to the opening and aimed it down into the pit, peering over the half-wall.

Empty eye sockets stared back at her.

Shock waves rocketed through her body, unleashing a guttural scream. She jerked back, dropping the light and whacking her head against the opening of the firebox.

Her butt hit the ground hard. She cradled the back of her skull, more from reflex than from actual pain. Her mind was too numb for that.

No, it can’t be.

Emma stared at the bone still gripped in her hand. “Ew!” She flung it aside.

                In seconds, her men surrounded her.

                “Emma, what’s wrong?” Bart’s normally pink-hued face appeared white even against his reddish blond hair.

She opened her mouth to speak but instead released a high-pitched squeak. Carlos offered a hand.

She grabbed it, hoping to draw strength from him before he pulled her up. The guys stared at her, waiting for some direction.

With her heart attempting to punch a hole through her chest, she inched toward the fireplace and picked up the lamp again. Hesitating, she braced herself before glancing over what remained of the brick wall.

Bones.

Grotesque. Surreal. Contorted into the form of what was once a human being. The skull looked dingy brown in the bright light of the drop lamp. Arm bones, pinned behind the rib cage, were visible beneath the debris.

“There’s a body in here,” she whispered.

About The Book

Ruby's Letters CoverTitle: Ruby’s Letters

Author: Maggie van Well

Genre: Contemporary / Paranormal Romance

You never know what you’ll find behind the wall of a closed up fireplace.

Emma Hopkins is a recently divorced chimney sweep trying to make it in a man’s world. When she wins a huge job in Brooklyn Heights , she finds more than she bargains for; a sexy general contractor who makes her blood boil and an evil spirit who wants her dead.

Ryan Atkinson struggles to keep his once-successful general contracting business alive, but horrors in his past have made him a shell of the man he once was. Now he has to face those fears to save Emma from a murderous ghost hell-bent on revenge.

Together, Ryan and Emma become ghost hunting partners, hoping to solve the mystery behind Ruby’s letters. What they uncover is a one-hundred year old murder and a budding love that can’t be denied.

Author Bio

Maggie lives on Long Island with her husband, four insane children (no idea where they get that from) and three entertaining Italian greyhounds; Rosie, Stripe and Santa’s Little Helper (yes, that’s his real name). She also has two ringed-neck doves, because, ya know, who doesn’t like getting woken up at 2 in the morning by cooing?

She loves the ocean, and feels blessed to be able to go to the beach whenever she wants. She is addicted to café mochas, Godiva chocolate, and hidden object games. Seriously, there’s an intervention in her future.

Links

http://www.maggievanwell.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/MaggieVanWell

Book Excerpt from Journal of a South African Zombie Apocalypse

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Pa closed the gun and handed it to me. I pushed the button and it clicked open in the same way. I touched the chamber and spun it—it clacked as it turned.

‘Good. Become familiar with it.’ Pa spoke in a soft voice, his tone calm. It reminded me of when he’d taught me to ride a bike.

‘Rik, your turn.’

Rik walked over. Pa fixed his stance and helped him point the gun. My brother did everything I’d done before Pa took the gun back and tucked it into his pants again. Seeing my father like this was almost surreal. It was as if he were a different person. As much as I was telling myself not to be scared, I was.

‘Pa… How do you know all this stuff?’ I asked sheepishly.

‘I learnt a few things in the army.’ He almost cracked a smile. ‘But I also knew this day would come… when we would have to leave the house and survive on the outside. So, I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. I was hoping we would have more time to practise, but the water ran out sooner than I thought. ’

He lifted his face up to the sky and closed his eyes, letting the sun shine onto his face. The creases were deep around his eyes, and I now noticed that his face had thinned a bit, making him look older than his forty-four years. I was still watching as he turned and walked back towards the house.

‘I want you to practise some more. Tonight we’d going to sleep early—tomorrow is a big day.’

He was hiding it well, but I could see that Pa was also scared.

About The Book

Book CoverTitle: Journal of a South African Zombie Apocalypse

Author: Lee Herrmann

Genre: YA Horror / Dystopian

Pages: 180 pages

Publication Date: August 2014

ISBN Number: 978-0-620615-92-1

South Africa has been infected. The army and police failed. Government fell. And now the dead roam the streets.

Journal of a South African Zombie Apocalypse is a post-apocalyptic story set in South Africa, 2 years after a mysterious outbreak has ravaged the country. No one seems to know how it started, but the reality is that most of the rainbow nation is mindless, walking zombies and it’s survive or be eaten.

After their supplies run out, 16 year old Kon, his brother and father leave their Pretoria home and embark on a journey for a new home. They Come across Kat and Dirk, two fellow survivors on a mission to reach Robben Island, a reputed safe haven. Together they embark on an epic journey across the country. Along the way they befriend other survivors, and face an unrecognizable new world filled with new, unpredictable dangers.

Oh, and there’s lots and lots of zombies.

Journal of a South African Zombie Apocalypse is a coming of age story in a very different South Africa, and chronicles one family’s fight for survival against the walking dead.

About the Author

Lee-AuthorLee Herrmann was born and raised in South

Africa. He has always had a fascination with zombies and has numerous contingency plans for the eventual apocalypse. Therefore, while he waited, it made sense to write a book about zombies in South Africa.

He has a great love of by comic books, movies, television and popular culture, and cites his zombie favourites as 28 Days Later, Dawn of the Dead and The Walking Dead.

He currently works in a near-zombie environment as a Content Manager for a big corporate firm in Johannesburg and has had a varied writing background including copywriting, writing for web, radio and magazines. He is also the author of the mystery title, The Manservant Mysteries ( www.TheManservantMysteries.com).

Lee lives in Pretoria with his wife Dina, and two sons, Max and Nik. Every Saturday night he can be found going to the movies with his best friend Steve-Dave.

 

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