#8Sunday – 11/29/15

Ah!  I didn’t miss this week.  Neither should you.  Go check out all the amazing authors offering snippets for your reading pleasure at WeWriWa.

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And my 10, from the WIP Renegades: Book 2 of The Wildblood, due to be released in Feb., 2016.

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  Cutting him off, Shan kept her voice low, level. “We figured out what we might be from old media information that survived. Wade pieced it together when he was ten. He was right, too. No one, no one, offered us any advice or help and he made sure we kept ourselves hidden. Those same media stories said people hated us and feared us and didn’t think we should be allowed to live. When I say I don’t want to know about what came before, I’m not being flippant.”

  “You’re hiding from the past, from what you are.”

  “We’re trying to do better. We’ve kept to The Vista too long and stepped into the middle of another war.”

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That’s 10, that’s all for this weekend.  You can read all of The Vista: Book 1 of The Wildblood, by S. A. Hoag, now available on Kindle and KU.

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Excerpt from Renegades

Ah, finally. An excerpt from Renegades: Book 2 of The Wildblood.  I’m really hoping this will be released in February, 2016, barring any further lightning strikes in Real Life.  So, here are some words.  A WIP, so editing has not been finalized.  Comments welcomed.

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  south of Estes Park mid morning Feb 10

  “This is one of three air bursts,” Vance said, pointing to the video monitor. It was aimed east twenty miles and recording as the airplane banked around to give them a clear shot. The group of buildings was isolated and more than that, destroyed. Melted, irradiated, and nothing remained that looked like it had ever been occupied by a human being.

  “Rocky Flats,” Shannon said carefully. There were no ghosts, no remnants of the past, crowding into her thoughts. She was glad for that, having firsthand experience with a nuclear detonation. Being genetically enhanced, she could see things not so obvious to others. This place was . . . null.

  “Anything?” Green asked, fully aware of what could happen if she sensed something unusual. He’d been her second, her backup, for years. Today he was piloting.

  She wrinkled her nose. “No, nothing that merits mention.” Flying was an aversion, one she hadn’t been able to avoid, recently.

  “What does that mean?” Vance asked.

  “It means she doesn’t see anything I can’t see,” Green offered. He wasn’t a Gen En. He was Siksika, a Blackfoot; a misplaced Vista Security officer, like her, and found himself being her bodyguard, at least for a couple hours. Green didn’t mind the duty. Capt. Allen, Shannon, was his senior officer despite being younger, having turned twenty recently. Their relationship was far less complicated than most people believed.

  Vance nodded. “The other air burst were east and south, one directly over downtown Denver and the third, the airport. All happened within five or six minutes.” He’d been in charge of Estes Park a few years, having moved north for a more secured city as his base of operations. The southern sections were troublesome. Several towns were under his jurisdiction, but there was a large and empty landscape where Denver used to be.

  The camera moved as he’d indicated, east, then south, lingering on each a full minute. “Got it,” Green leaned over her shoulder, watching the feed. Their radiation scanner hadn’t ticked up and that had been his main concern. The boundary was unpredictable and went from normal readings to dangerous ones in the space of a few miles. By air, those miles went by very quickly.

  “Trade me seats,” Shan spoke as she moved.

  “That wasn’t so bad,” Vance chided her. He hadn’t forgotten what it was like to be her age, but there was nothing similar about their lives.

  Shannon was a fourteenth generation Genetically Engineered human, born after World War Three and raised, oddly enough, by her parents. He’d never had any indication of who his parents were, and had never thought to ask. As a fifth gen, raised in a controlled, sterile environment, his abilities were a far cry from hers. She had proven that numerous times, with her partner and fellow Gen En Wade, during the brief time before they made an uneasy alliance with him.

  Green put it on the ground, on a long, straight section of mostly flat highway. The Cessna landed smoothly, wheels crunching in the gravel as he parked it where it stopped. There wasn’t any traffic; there hadn’t been in more than twenty years save the occasional airplane Vance sent out for recon. Like today.

  After he had a quick look around, Green offered her a hand down. Vance let himself out the passenger’s side. They could see the ruins, across the valley, downwind.

  “If this,” Green tapped the patch, another radiation monitor he’d placed on the front of his parka, “Beeps even once, we’re gone.”

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  And that’s that.  You can get The Vista: Book 1 of The Wildblood at Amazon on Kindle and Kindle Unlimited. Backlash; Prequel to The Wildbloodis free on all markets.

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WeWriWa!

It’s that time again, boys & girls! Check out their blog for many more snippets. It’s a fun thing we do on the weekend.

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My few words, from the WIP Renegades: Book 2 of The Wildblood.

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“They’ve been watching us, or the Gen En among us, for years. In some cases, I’d imagine since before the war,” Shan said.

“That’s kind of creepy,” Colin told her.

“You don’t have to tell me; I’ve spent fifteen years living with that.”

“What do you think you’ll do now?”

“I’ve been considering my options. We’re looking south for a specific reason, just like Wade is looking east for a specific reason.”

Colin already knew what Wade wanted. “What’s in the south?”

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The Vista: Book 1 of The Wildblood is available at Amazon. (Yes, my name is incorrect on this alt cover – I publish under S. A. Hoag.)

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Renegades Snippet

I missed my usual weekend blog posting this week. I’ve been getting some lapidary work done this week, something I can’t in the summer because it’s too hot. Now that I’ve ground up some rocks, figured out suppers for the rest of the weekend, and ironed out a sticky plot point, I’m ready to go.

In celebration, a snippet! I’m not giving out any spoilers today. This is from the WIP Renegades: Book 2 of The Wildblood. The bad news is – they’re in a teeny tiny airplane, not a car. The really bad news is – they’re lost, running out of fuel, ect. You get the idea.

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“Do we have enough fuel to make it to Lyons, straight-shot?” Shan asked, not worried yet. She might be, soon enough.

Green read the gauge and did some quick calculating. “It’ll be close.”

“I keep trying to raise someone on the radio. If there’s a reply, problem solved. If not, we make for Estes Park. You find a road on your computer. We get as close as we can, and call an emergency at the Lyons airstrip.”

“I’m glad you have that much confidence in my flying skills. My landing skills,” Green corrected. “In deteriorating weather, the dark.”

“I do,” Shan said.

“You, Capt. Allen, are bat-shit crazy, then.”

“Because I trust you?”

“Because you trust the mountains and the storm not to kill us tonight.”

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And there’s that. Renegades: Book 2 of The Wildbood has a release date of Feb., 2016.

Available on KU now.

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Backlash is free in all markets right now.

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Now I Get It

Stephen King in his book On Writing said “Kill your darlings.”

Now I get it.

I’ve been stuck on plot in Renegades. There are things I already have figured out in detail, and other things that are still developing. Then, a flash of inspiration.

A particular character has some issues. These issues aren’t going to go away. He’s always has a bit of a dark side, and this will become more evident as book 2 progresses. I have to let him change. That’s why I’m stuck. I want him to be ‘the good guy’ and that’s just not possible at this point. How far he’s going to go, well, we’ll see. Characters have a way of taking over, of doing what they want, and I’m plan on letting him.

“Kill your darlings.”

No, it isn’t easy. I want to save him from himself, and I’m certain other characters will, too. That’s half the intrigue of being a writer – we don’t always know exactly how things are going to work out. Outlines don’t always stick, plotting plans melt away.

What I am sure of, is that there will be repercussion for everyone. When I named it ‘Renegades’, I meant it. Now I have to let them go play that out.
This will be exciting. Thank you, Mr. King.

The Vista: Book 1 of The Wildblood

Available on Kindle Unlimited now!

Must Remember Blog Tour

 
Blog Tour
Title: Must Remember
Author: Colleen S. Myers
Release Day: November 2nd

 

Nineteen-year-old Elizabeth ‘Beta’ Camden is a survivor.
When the E’mani—those pale alien freaks—destroy Earth with a plague of madness and scoop up the remains, Beta is one of the ‘lucky’ ones. For years, she endures their tortures, experiments and games. Then one day, she manages to escape their ship with her life, and no memory of her time with them.
Stranded on their world, Beta wanders the mountains, looking for a way home. She stumbles onto the Fost—the E’mani’s ancient enemy.  Their war with the E’mani is old and rooted in magic that the Fost once had and the E’mani crave. Magic Beta soon discovers she’s developing along with strange tattoos and disturbing glimpses of her past. The Fost take her in and train her in their ways. As she spends more time with them, she falls in love with their culture and with Marin—he of the hot hands and slit eyes.
But the E’mani took her for a reason and they want her back—dead or alive. If Beta doesn’t remember that reason soon, they’re all going to die.

 

 

His eyes were ghost white, with slit pupils, face smooth and hairless. A large tattoo on his neck spread up onto his cheek, and resembled claw marks. His eyes appeared much too big for his face; the brow pronounced, jaw thin, cheekbones sharp.
Those eyes rooted me; their milky color caused a distant memory to tug at my mind, and then fade away. They could have been fake lenses, but his slit pupils contracted as he focused on me,
and a sinister smile wreathed his face.
Nope, those puppies were real and his expression was not reassuring. His eyes glistened with what looked like glee. I watched those eyes track up and down my body. His nostrils flared and he
stalked in my direction, his movements slow and deliberate, but a little disjointed given the length of his limbs. He reminded me of a predator that had sighted its prey. I froze, his eyes mesmerizing me
for a second before looking away.
Then it dawned on me. Toto, we’re not in Kansas anymore. I should’ve realized it sooner. I kind of did realize it sooner. The suns, the rocks, the grass, the everything. This was not Earth. This guy was not human, the posture, the movement, the eyes. He was definitely
not human.
Holy shit!
The fear I suppressed earlier rushed through me. My hands shook and my heart raced. I stumbled backward and turned to run, barreling smack dab into the tree. Graceful-R-Us.
The tall guy reached me as I staggered back and he blocked my escape. The other men twisted to stare then glanced at each other. Nobody looked happy to see me. The ones hunched near the press appeared frightened, their eyes wide.
“Who are you? How did you get here? Are there others?” The tall guy’s voice was strange, echoey. With a sick start, I realized he wasn’t speaking English, but I could still understand him. His
voice was deep and rich, like aged whiskey, the echo the same. The effect was odd, a bit off-putting, and not even a little attractive.
Nope.
The tall guy pressed close, just short of touching me, his slit eyes alert and a snarl pulling at his lips. He had his hand on his knife but was not brandishing it. Santa slid to my right, flanking me. The other two men remained crouched by the apparatus.
I backed up and held out my hands. My ass smacked the tree behind me. A chill raced through me. I stared at him until his questions registered.
The breath I’d been holding rushed out. “My name is Elizabeth, err, Beta. I’m—.”
“What are you doing here?” he interrupted.
“I’m not sure. I woke up out there-”I pointed around me, then pointed to my head. “I was hurt, I think, I don’t know. Where am I?”
Running my hands through my hair, I probed the back of my neck. Nada. My head didn’t hurt. Huh. Hadn’t there been a cut?
The tall guy laughed, “You did not wake up out there. You had to have traveled here. This is nowhere. Tell me the truth.”
The last was a shout. The more he talked, the more agitated he became. He almost stuttered his words. Or maybe that was just me? How could I understand him? His right hand clenched and
unclenched around the hilt of his knife. He edged even closer, pushing me farther back against the tree.
Compared to me, he was huge, at least six feet tall. There was no trace of fat on him. His muscles rippled as he leaned in and placed his face next to mine. I remained still, trying not to piss him off. Tears threatened, but I blinked them away. Damn allergies. His eyes ignited at my silence.
“How did you get out here?” he gritted out between compressed lips.
“I told you the truth. I don’t know how I got here. I woke up
out there. I heard something thumping and moved toward it.” I gestured, looking at him and the others who surrounded us.
“Are there more of you?” he pushed. I recalled the laughter, the crash, and the cold from earlier, but…didn’t mention it. I hadn’t seen anything.
“Are there more of you?” he growled.
“No, when I woke up, no one else was there.”
“That is not an answer.”
“Yes, it is,” I retorted. It really was an answer.
 “No, it is not,” he snarled at me. His hand gripped his knife harder, knuckles whitening. He took the blade out of its sheath and flipped it backward. His nose grazed mine and heat spread in its
wake. My heart skipped a beat. I stared straight ahead.
Minty breath wafted across my face and his teeth were not bad, a bit pointy, but otherwise normal. At least he brushed, or I hoped he did because he was at kissing distance. The rest of the men remained motionless. Barbarian Santa’s gaze darted between the tall
guy and me. I was splayed against the bark like road kill.
“Tell me!” he shouted.
And with that I was done. All the tension, all the fear, all the questions rolling through my mind and this guy was yelling at me. Screw him. Plus there was something about him I liked but didn’t, all
at the same time. It was confusing. My stomach churned. I didn’t need this. None of this was my fault.
“What do you want from me?” I screamed back. “I said I was alone.”
He reared back a bit, startled by my answering shout and glare, which he couldn’t miss, since he was still right there in my face.
“I do not believe you. You are an E’mani.” The tall guy spit the name out as if it left a bad taste in his mouth. Who the hell were the E’mani? A vague silhouette formed in my mind, then faded away. Something else I didn’t know; great. I added it to the list.
“You wear E’mani clothes. You are an E’mani spy!” His words were triumphant as he pressed his knife against my throat. When I swallowed, I felt the prick of the blade and a trickle of blood dripped down my neck. My head swam and my bladder loosened a bit but I refused to give him the satisfaction.
His eyes flickered, confused, as the moment stretched on.
We maintained our desperate eye contact.
I panted and the longer this went on, the more my muscles lightened until my fingers went numb. I tasted violence on the wind. Neither of us moved. Ten seconds. Twenty. He blinked first
and let his dagger drop with a growl and spat next to me on the grown. “E’mani treza.”
I didn’t know what he just called me but it was too much. I was done. I snapped and started shoving him across the field. “I’m not E’mani. I don’t even know who or what that is. You asshole. I’m
from Earth. I don’t know where I am, I don’t know how I got here. I don’t know anything! I need help and you aren’t helping me. Please, help me.”
At this last, my voice cracked, and I fell to my knees,
shoulders falling.
The tall guy seemed so stunned by my response, he’d let me push him back to the mine. He stared at me for a long second. One. Two. He brought his blade up again. It pressed into my neck forcing my head back. Then with nary a word, he dropped his arm.
My throat burned.
Oh.
Huh. Everything started to fade and the world turned black.

 

 

Colleen plays many roles. Not only is she a
veteran, a mother, and a practicing physician, but she is a writer of science
fiction and contemporary romances. Colleen’s dreams include surviving her son’s
teenage years, exploring every continent on this planet, except Antartica,
cause that’s way too cold, and winning the Nobel peace prize. Dream BIG!
Currently she is getting ready to publish her first novel, MUST REMEMBER in
November of this year (cover reveal soon.)  Until then look for her at
Three Rivers Romance Writers, at Facebook  Colleen
Myers
, and at @ColleenSMyers.

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WeWriWa – It’s A Weekend

WeWriWa is an awesome blogging group that posts snippets and teasers to works in progress, new books, and other exciting writing projects. Check them out.

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Weekend again. I’ve started a serious push to get a draft finished because February will be here really soon. No more lollygagging. I seem to work better with a deadline, which is crazy, but I guess that’s me.

Now my few words to entertain you. This bit is Hunter and Shannon, wandering the Rocky Mountains with few clues about what they’re getting involved in.

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“Jacob Lowery’s town,” Shan said, thinking about it for a few moments.

“What?” Hunter asked. “Do you even know where it is?”

“South,” she decided, dusting off her backside.

“Ya think?” Hunter cocked his head sideways and just looked at her, perplexed as always.

She was unaware that he’d been driving them in wide circles. Wyoming looked like Colorado looked like Montana as long as he stayed in the mountains and she spent most of the days sleeping. Plus the pain pills were keeping her groggy.

“Are we going to walk there?” Hunter asked.

“We can walk, or we can lug all these guns with us and trade for a horse or two the next time we run across Nomads that are reasonably friendly.”

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I’ve also listed The Vista on Kindle Unlimted this week.

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Backlash is free for these 3 months as well. It’s novella sized and a prequel to the series.

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