This is an excerpt from ‘The Vista: Blackout’, a prequel to the book. It will be novella length and focus as much on the romance as on other things happening. I wanted this to be the first part of book 1, but it didn’t seemed like the right fit. So here is a sneak peek. Check back next weekend for more.
I hope to have a firm release date on ‘The Vista’ then as well.
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“I thought we had a date,” Shan whispered, almost awake.
“Until Dispatch sent me out towards Divide.” He brushed long wild strands of hair back from her face.
“I figured they found you a job. What happened?”
“Someone at the depot thought they heard cars driving around and since no one in Security was anywhere near there, they sent a couple of us out to have a look.”
“They sent cars out to see if there were cars out,” she said. “And?”
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Team Three – genetically enhanced, intensely trained, they struggle to protect The Vista and to keep their secret. They’re only human, after all, and have the same problems that go with life.
Imagine waking up to find the world has ended, but unfortunately you’re not alone…
For Connor Innis, awakening from a year-long coma with no memories, no ability to move, and unable to speak was bad enough. Then he learns that a bioweapon set off a zombie apocalypse—for real—while he was sleeping, and the world he can’t even remember no longer exists.
Rehabilitation might be torture, but far worse awaits him outside. All too soon, the hospital Mentor declares him fit to leave but with nothing to go home to except a city full of mindless, flesh-eating monsters. That is, until he forms a strange relationship with the one he nicknames ‘Zombie Girl’.
Zombie Girl: Dead Awakened is the first part of a YA dystopian romance trilogy, releasing 22nd April, 2015. Please add it to your Goodreads shelf HERE, or sign up HERE for my no-spam newsletter for special previews on cover reveals, new releases, the latest giveaways and discounts, and upcoming news.
He woke to sensations of warmth and heaviness. The relentless thump, thump of a heartbeat and the rushing sound of someone breathing unsteadily. It took time to recognize the heartbeat as his own, to connect the breathing to air moving in and out of his own chest. How long had he been asleep?
He didn’t remember going to bed. He couldn’t open his eyes. Confusion muddled his thoughts. Wait. Why can’t I move?
Panic set his pulse racing, but a weight held him down. He choked on something pressing at the back of his throat. Nothing responded as he struggled to move. Damn, am I paralyzed? Trapped under something?
“Please try to remain calm. You are perfectly safe.”
Remain calm? What the fuck does this moron expect?
“Please try to calm yourself.”
He couldn’t place a gender to the voice, and the flat unemotional tone meant it was probably synthetic. What were they called? Mentors. That was it. An
artificial entity called a Mentor. The knowledge seeped into his awareness like blood oozing through a shallow cut.
His struggles weren’t getting him anywhere except a quick trip to a heart attack. He forced himself to take slow breaths, to steady himself. Not because the
voice said so, but because there was nothing else he could do. He swallowed, painfully aware of the pressure of a tube in his nose and down his throat. He tried to talk, and heard a weird gurgle instead of words.
“Please relax. Do not attempt to move or speak at this time. Once you are calm, I will explain your situation fully.”
After spending twelve years working as an Analytical Chemist in a Metals and Minerals laboratory, Pippa Jay is now a stay-at-home mum who writes scifi and the supernatural. Somewhere along the way a touch of romance crept into her work and refused to leave. In between torturing her plethora of characters, she spends the odd free moment playing guitar very badly, punishing herself with freestyle street dance, and studying the Dark Side of the Force. Although happily settled in the historical town of Colchester in the UK with her husband of 21 years and three little monsters, she continues to roam the rest of the Universe in her head.
You can stalk her at her website, or at her blog, but
without doubt her favorite place to hang around and chat is on Twitter as @pippajaygreen.
Ahhh, new week, new story. This one is a prequel novella to The Vista. Comments welcomed.
Teaser graphic by Gabrielle Prendergast of Cover Your Dreams
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I mentioned previously about my word program (Apache Open Office) being just wanky sometimes. It did it again when I saved last night. This is about a third of a page from the novella and it’s a first draft, so consider it a teaser. And a puzzle. The program removes quotation marks and replaces them with oriental letters.
Maybe my computer is haunted?? I’ve updated the program, but it doesn’t seem to care. I am baffled.
Shannon’s problems aren’t confined to Security . . .