SFR Brigade Showcase – April

Welcome to the Showcase!  Be sure to check out the great authors sharing blogs this month.

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 Shannon and Mac Get Interviewed!

Q.  Each person gets the chance to reply to an answer.  If you refuse a question, we reserve the right to let the other person ask you anything he/she wants.

Q. Mac – What do you know about Shannon that no one else does?

Mac – Well, occasionally others might become aware of this because she’s pretty vocal about it.

Shan – You better be careful what you say next.

Mac – Shannon is afraid of bugs.  The ones that can fly around.

Shan – He’s right. I don’t like things that fly at you and bite.

Q.  What scares you about Mac?

Shan – Sometimes he does things without considering the consequences.  He’ll jump in a fight and take a beating, just so he can say he did it.

Mac – To be fair, when I do  those things, you’re right there with me.

Shan – Someone has to cover your back.

Mac – I can take care of myself.

Shan – That’s not how I remember things.

Q. – Next question.  Mac, what are your goals in life?

Mac – I’d like things in The Vista to be more secure.  We’ve learned a few things recently that make me question how safe we are.  Beyond that, I’d like to find a place to live where I don’t have to worry about things from the past.  I might settle down some day.  I might head out and see what’s in the world.

Q.  Shan – Who is your best friend?

Shan – Wade.

Q.  Would you care to elaborate?

Shan – Not particularly.  That’s just the way it is.  People can speculate on it any way they want.

Q. Mac – What do you think other people think of you?

Mac – That I’m the easy one in Team Three to get along with.  In most cases, that’s true enough.  Rumors make for a lot of speculation, and civilians might have the impression I don’t take my job as serious as I should.  Other Security officers know better.

Q. Shannon – If you could live in another time, where and when would it be?

Shan  – That’s not possible.

Q. It’s a hypothetical question.  If.

Shan – The 1960’s seemed interesting.  There were a lot of changes happening.  A lot of history being made.

Q.  Both of you – Team Three is together, Team Three isn’t together, it’s been hit and miss for a year now.  What do you foresee in the immediate future?

Shan – We have unfinished business, in The Vista, in Estes Park.  It’s time we confront those problems and deal with them.  No one’s going to do it for us, and we certainly don’t want anyone to try.

Mac – Let’s not forget about Cody.  We have that now, and we need to keep it.  It’s easy to forget how vulnerable a place can be, especially a new place.  I agree, that we need to go home, too.  That’s the important thing to remember.  We’ll do what we have to, protecting The Vista.  I think we’ve already proven that.

Q. Any last words of advice?

Shan – Don’t trust anyone that didn’t come out of The Vista with you.

Mac – Out in the badlands, not everyone is who you think they are.  In fact, no one is.

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Renegades: Book 2 of The Wildblood by S. A. Hoag – Coming in 2016!

The Vista: Book 1 of The Wildblood by S. A. Hoag – available now.


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New Release!

Hunter’s Moon

by S. A. Hoag

Lyra Alexander considers herself an archeologist, a job that normally wouldn’t be very dramatic or dangerous. The problem with her job, however, is that she studies vampires. And they aren’t too keen on being studied.

In this world, there are all kinds of creatures prowling in the night . . . Humans are no longer at the top of the food chain.

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“You don’t look so great,” Tegan says as we whip down the highway. He has a lead foot. A new white Mustang convertible, top down, sun high in the sky, temperatures hovering near the comfortable zone, it’s almost a perfect day.

There was dirt road for close to twenty miles, then two lanes of old blacktop for a few more, and finally what I suppose could be considered a real road. My motion sickness has been here for the entire ride, and I think I’m on my last nerve.

“Lyra?”

“I didn’t get any sleep last night. Or the night before,” I tell him flatly. “I’m like that when there are vampires around.”

“If you were in any real danger, do you think I’d have left you alone?” He glances over.

“Don’t you do what they tell you? Isn’t your job to keep me in line?”

He snorts a swear word under his breath.

“And what in the hell is ‘real danger’?” I point out. “There are vampires and . . .” I glance sideways at him, stuttering off the word before I say it.

“Werewolves?” he grins, finishing the thought for me. It’s a derogatory term.

” . . . out there and humans are too ignorant to see how fragile their place on this planet really is.”

“You see them. You know.”

“I know vampires.” All too well. “Shapeshifters,” I shrug.

“You do know, I’m a shapeshifter.” He isn’t threatening me, but it comes off sounding like something I didn’t want to hear anyway.

Of course.”

“How did you know?” he asks. It’s an honest question. When you spend god-knows how many years masquerading as something you’re not, it pays to find the little details you might miss.

“Body temperature.”

“Ah the one thing I can’t change,” he nods. “Now, did you know, or did your brother tell you?”

“I knew. We did get pretty damned close. Morgan told me what ‘Samael’ means.”

 “Did it scare you?” he asks, amused. He gets a lot of free entertainment at my expense.

  “No,” I lie.

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Available now on Pre-order at Amazon. Special pricing, too!

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Author Info

I knew before I got to high school that I wanted to write books. I did, too, dozens of short stories I thought someday I’d turn into novels. Oh, how I wish I had those spiral notebooks full of wild ideas and teenage musings.

I still have the ideas from many of those stories – some of them make me cringe. There are always new ideas too. Some are amazing, some are just silly. A few will become something more as I add books to my list of those that are published.

For now, I live in the desert and many nights, in between writing and sleep, you can find me out watching the stars. It’s dark, out here in the desert and I can see so many stars that weren’t there before. I make time to write now. The tiny seeds of stories demand that I write them down.

I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy creating them.

S. A. Hoag

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Other Books

The Wildblood series, a post-apocalyptic, science fiction, action adventure.

Backlash – Before there was team Three, there was the Blackout. (prequel novella) http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0104VMFI4

The Vista: Book 1 of The Wildblood http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00W6R8WNM

Renegades: Book 2 of The Wildblood – available in 2016

You can read an excerpt on my website.

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I’ve posted some of this before, but it sets the tone for the entire book, concerning Shannon and Hunter. Let’s face it, no relationship is perfect. They have some unique problems, and eventually might come up with some unique ways to solve those problems. Or they’ll yell at each other.

Here’s a snippet from Renegades: Book 2 of The Wildblood, due out this year.

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“You’re not wearing body armor,” Hunter observed.

She glared at him, dropping her canteen and clamping her mouth shut instead of saying something rude.

He knew that look. “And you’re pissed at me. Because I kissed you?”

For a moment, Shan was astonished. “You think that’s why I’m angry?” She put her hands on her hips, only accentuating the fact she was mad, and that she wasn’t wearing body armor.

“Apparently, no. What did I do wrong?” Hunter asked, leery.

“You could have asked me to come with you, when you left Estes Park.”

“You told me not to.”

“I might have alluded to it. The point is, you should have asked.” Shan was frustrated. He wasn’t like the other men she knew, the ones she’d grown up around. She had no trouble expressing herself to the select few of Team Three’s inner circle, or talking them in to things.

There was no winning the argument, he knew from past experience. “What about Mac?”

“Mac?” she repeated, puzzled.

“Tall guy. Wears a cowboy hat, watches a lot of old movies when he’s off-duty. You two are . . . involved.”

Folding her arms, she sighed. “I forget, sometimes. You think my relationship with Mac has some bearing on my relationship with you. It doesn’t.”

“Maybe not for you,” Hunter corrected. “And maybe not for him. I have trouble working around that.”

“I don’t even know how to respond,” Shan decided after a moment.

“What did you mean, make it worth your time?”

“Exactly what you think.”

Hunter folded his arms, waiting, knowing her better than that.

“There are times I really despise that . . . smug look,” she folded her arms, daring him to respond.

He held his ground, silently.

“Fine. You’re right, I didn’t mean it, I meant I’m happy to see you and hope like hell you’re happy to see me. I’d never try to dictate your morals or emotions to you and if someone gave me an ultimatum like that I’d . . .” she shrugged, knowing he was aware of her reactions.

“There it is,” Hunter said. “You’d slap someone trying to pressure you into a situation you weren’t comfortable with. At least a slap. And yes, I’m happy to see you. I wasn’t expecting to see another Vistan until damned near this winter.” Any further discussion about Mac was off-limits because he was their ace-in-the-hole. Hunter was aware of why they weren’t together and it had everything to do with genetics.

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03/27/16 WeWriWa #8Sunday

03/27/16 WeWriWa #8Sunday – Aha!  Here I am again.  With some words.  I hope they make sense.  Go check out the blog for a whole lot of great authors.

 


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And now my words, a continuation from last week.  This is from Renegades: Book 2 of The Wildblood, which is moving along nicely this week.

Out in the badlands, not everyone is who you think they are.  In fact, no one is.  (Hey, I like that, might use it for a promo!)

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We’re only speaking to you if you’re a piece of human waste, coming in to try to rob the trading post,” the first answered, indicating Rule One on the billboard. ‘Thieves Will Be Shot Without Questioning’

This post is outside the haven boundaries, you’re on your own,” he added to that train of thought.

That works both ways,” Wade pointed out. “Which is good for me. I don’t have time to be waiting around for an inquest.”

Are you going to let him talk like that, here?” one of the others asked, fidgeting.

Is there a rule against telling people to mind their own business? Because the world would be in a lot better place if everyone did,” Wade said.

Problem is, I have business here, and since I haven’t seen you before, I have to think you’re that business,” the first decided.

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Promo Ahead!

The Vista: Book 1 of The Wildblood is available on all formats.

 


 

Also, if you’d like to review either, email me and I’ll send you a PDF copy! I’ve been neglecting Backlash, so here’s the link to it. Novella-sized, a nice evening read!


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Character Profile – Hunter

Full Name – Chase Caulder; Hunter was the name he adopted when he was forced into hiding, shortly before the war.

Position – Rookie officer, Vista Security; also a designated sniper.

DOB – 03/04/18

Place of Birth – Birmingham, Alabama, United Confederate States of America

Natural parents – Jenn Ariane  and Philip Caulder.  Philip was a US Senator at the outbreak of the war.  Jenn was his lawyer.

Siblings – Older brother Philip (b. 05/16), younger brother Joseph (b. 03/22) and younger sister Dana (b. 10/25)

Professional – Joined the Caravans in 2038 at 20 as a gunner.  Moved to Vista Security in 2046.  Along with his guardian partner, Dallas, Hunter has sealed personnel files  and very little about his life before the war is known.  When he’s not on-duty for Security, he’s on-call for the caravan short runs to local areas.

Hunter isn’t afraid to voice his opinion, and its gotten him in trouble with various supervisors and occasionally, Security, including Cmdr. Wade.  He isn’t intimidated easily, doesn’t back down from a fair fight, and is a bit of an adrenalin junkie.

Personal – Hunter has never been married despite several relationships over the years.  He’s more comfortable alone.  His best friend is Evan Dallas.  (Dallas was the Secret Service agent that got Hunter out of Chicago as the war broke out.)  He lived with Evan and his wife Serena until the birth of their second child, not long after he joined the Caravans.

Hobbies – He works at the brewery a few days a month, helps at the West End Stables when they need him, and builds furniture for the co-op in his spare time.

 

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Mac’s Profile

Wade’s Profile

Shannon’s Profile

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These are notes mostly for me, but maybe interesting to others.  Making a blog post so they are easier to find.  Yes, I have that many notes.  Call me crazy.

 

A link to The Vista: Book 1 of The Wildblood

 

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Untamable Lover

A World at War…

Shape-shifting Lemurian warriors battle against a deadly enemy in the dark of night. The prize—Earth’s most precious resource—water, and the fate of humankind.

A reckless leader…

Panthera leader Demir is stuck in a coma after taking a mysterious liquid-filled dart intended for another. Trapped in his own body, memories of his reckless, violent past and his lost mate, Eleanor, haunt his mind. When Aramie, his second in command, takes control of the Pride, she makes a decision which results in devastating consequences. After Demir wakes from his coma, he must impose punishment despite his unbidden desire to claim Aramie as his mate.

A female warrior…

Aramie honed her battle skills defending herself from males hell-bent on making her a mated female, the one thing she vowed never to become. Her hidden feelings for Demir drive her to find a cure for his coma, but her quest results in a painful sacrifice and grief propels her into a solo mission for revenge. After he finds her, they face the enemy together. Now she must decide—submit to him as his mate, or lose him forever.

Author bio:

After finishing a rewarding career in finance and accounting, it was time for Rosalie Redd to put away the spreadsheets and take out the word processor. She writes Fantasy/Science Fiction Romance inspired by classics from the science fiction, fantasy, and horror genres layered with a good, hot dose of romance.

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She lives in Oregon, where rain is just another excuse to keep writing. When not at her computer, you can find her at Jazzercise, waterfall collecting in the Pacific Northwest, or relaxing with her husband and their pesky cat, Snookums.

Author links:

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Book links:

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01CIZMJDK/

http://www.amazon.com.au/gp/product/B01CIZMJDK/

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Untamable-Lover-Worlds-Lemuria-Colony-ebook/dp/B01CIZMJDK/

https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1090321710

https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/untamable-lover

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/untamable-lover-rosalie-redd/1123489253

 

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Chapter One

Deep in the Cascade Mountains of the Pacific Northwest

Present day

Demir was a hostage in his own body. Immovable, invisible bonds bound him tight. Unable to open his eyes, constant darkness engulfed him, an eerie reminder of how much he relied on his vision. His sense of hearing and smell sharpened, heightened, compensated for his lack of sight and only increased the knot of frustration in his gut. He concentrated on his fingers, willing them to move, but they remained motionless. The smooth, cool satin sheets caused goosebumps to form on his skin, sending a mental shiver along his nerves. His supine body didn’t flinch.

He’d been this way for several weeks, ever since the enemy’s dart had penetrated his hide, poisoning him with some kind of mysterious liquid. How much longer could he stay like this and survive? The muscles in his arms and legs screamed to move, to flex, to exert the strength his body once contained.

The familiar scent of his leather jacket hanging on a hook near his bed stirred his senses. Heated sunstones lined the cave ceiling and walls, yet even the warmth couldn’t bring him any solace.

Tick, tick, tick.

The clock on his bedside table magnified into the tolling of a bell. He wanted to grab the thing and smash it against the rock walls. The vision of the shattered timepiece and its bits scattered across the stone floor made him smile inside.

In his current state, he couldn’t even mark his territory. How wrong was that? As a shape-shifting Lemurian Panthera, that was torture.

The underground Keep was as much a prison to him as his own body. He longed to be free, to search out Ram and his Gossum minions, to rid the earth of the foul beasts. The battle between the Lemurians and the Gossum had gone on for millennia. His Goddess, Alora, had placed the Panthera and the other Lemurians here to win the war to ensure Earth remained a free planet. If they failed, Earth would be enslaved, and the humans would be forced to give up their most precious resource—water.

The echo of footsteps eased through the crack under his door. He had visitors. As the door opened, a cool breeze wafted into the room, caressing the skin on his arms. A squeaking wheel in need of some oil pierced his sensitive eardrums, grating across his nerves. Fresh and clean, the scent of soap could only mean one thing—a bath.

Quick footsteps entered. The door clicked shut.

Good evening, Demir.” Bet’s cheerful voice reverberated around the chamber. “I brought Til with me. It’s time for your bath.”

Demir mentally stiffened, although his body remained still. The last thing he wanted was another bath. Grrrrrrr. The growl echoed in his mind, but no further.

A thin film of sweat broke over his skin. The Keep’s Jixies were back and despite their best intentions, a bath would be another lesson in humiliation. He didn’t need to go through that again. Helplessness was the worst kind of torture.

Til, thank you for coming with me today. I can’t move him on my own.” Bet’s melodic voice only increased Demir’s anxiety, and a bead of perspiration raced over his brow, pooling along the edge of his ear.

No problem.” Til’s words were clipped.

The table rolled closer to Demir. The wheel squeaked and water sloshed as if over the lip of a bucket. Demir strained against the bonds, and he tried to open his eyes.

Are you sure you’re up for this?” Bet asked.

Silence stretched out for several seconds. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just…I don’t know.” Til sighed.

What is it?” Bet’s soothing, encouraging response rolled over him.

It’s just—do you think he can hear us? Does he know what’s going on?”

Of course he did, he heard every damn word, felt every touch. His anger boiled beneath his skin, hot and fevered. His need to break free threatened to drive him mad.

Bet shuffled across the floor, away from Demir, the sound of her soft leather shoes imprinted on his brain. “I don’t know. Gaetan told me that he hasn’t responded to any form of treatment. It’s as if he’s—”

No, don’t say it.”

Oh, sweetie, if you aren’t up for this, I can get someone else.”

You’re King Noeh’s chambermaid. Why do you do this?”

Demir saved Noeh’s life. It’s the least I can do for this honorable male.”

He winced. Honorable was the last thing he was. He’d had a lot of time to think about why he’d taken that dart for Noeh. During a battle in the middle of a small clearing, Ram had aimed the dart straight at the Stiyaha king. Noeh hadn’t appeared to hear the click as their enemy fired the gun. In his Panthera form, Demir had jumped in front of the projectile’s path. His impulsive choice had changed everything. If he could raise a sarcastic eyebrow, he would.

Instead of getting rid of his rival, and taking his place as king of the Stiyaha and the Jixies, he’d saved Noeh’s miserable life and ended up in a coma. That had worked out great, hadn’t it? The only good to come from the deed was some clarity. Whatever was in that dart had paralyzed his body, but purified his mind. I have much to atone for.

All right, Bet. If you can do this, so can I.”

Blankets lifted off his body, and the cool air swirled over his exposed skin. The only garment he wore was a pair of loose briefs tied at his hips, courtesy of the Jixie tailors.

Oh, my,” Til purred.

Your cheeks are red,” Bet said.

I can’t help it. Look at those muscles. I didn’t realize Panthera were so…firm. I guess I expected a thinner build.”

Okay, enough ogling, let’s do this before the water gets cold.”

Gentle hands lifted his head and placed a towel on his pillow. Water dripped into the bucket, as if someone wrung out a rag. A warm, wet cloth started at his brow and circled around his face and ears. The sensation should’ve felt good, but instead, a scream built in his throat. He didn’t like others touching him.

Tepid water from another rag dripped over his feet. They tag-teamed him, and he dreaded where they would meet.

What does Gaetan think will happen to him?”

Bet didn’t respond right away, and a chill ran down Demir’s arms. He ached to know, yet, part of him didn’t want to hear her answer.

He’s been like this for almost a month. If he doesn’t come out of it soon, Gaetan thinks he’ll get weaker and—” Bet stopped washing Demir’s chest and a stream of water ran down his side.

Bet, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. Please don’t cry.”

Bet’s crying? Over me? He’d been nothing but rude to her. A wave of guilt raced down his spine.

Bet sniffled. “I’m ok, thank you. I just can’t imagine what would’ve happened to Noeh if… The Gossum are brutal creatures. I despise their evil, hairless hides.”

Uh, Bet? What now?” Til’s voice wavered.

A lukewarm washrag lay draped over the top of Demir’s thigh. He pushed against his invisible shackles, desperation making him want to turn into his panther form and lash out. As much as he tried, his body remained still, lifeless.

Let’s turn him over and untie the string. We’ll wash his backside first.”

The rags disappeared from his thighs and stomach. Footsteps converged on his right and small, strong hands pushed under his back and legs. Against his will, he rolled onto his left side.

Soft fingers tugged at his shorts. The string holding the two sides together fell away, revealing his buttocks to the two female Jixies. He tensed, waiting for the reaction he knew would come.

A quick intake of breath.

Skin slapping, as if a hand had covered a mouth.

Silence.

C’mon. Let’s be quick. Don’t keep this warrior waiting,” Bet said.

The…scars. There’s so many.”

Til. Help me wash him.” Bet’s tone turned harsh.

Demir’s face burned. The disfigurement was a constant reminder of his failure. Bet and the females who washed him were among the few who had ever seen the tracks. Not even his once-beloved Eleanor knew of the lines that marred his body and soul. The female Jixies’ reactions brought back the embarrassment and pain as if he’d earned those scars yesterday.

Lukewarm water rubbed against his rough and mottled skin. The rag’s torture made him scream inside. His mind fogged. The pet frog he’d had as a child surfaced in his thoughts. He’d captured the small creature by the bank of a stream one night. The frog had lived for several days, until his constant touching killed it as surely as the lack of water. A new appreciation for what he’d put his little pet through raced across his mind.

When they were done, they rolled him onto his back. As if he needed any more humiliation, they washed his groin. He endured the cleaning as best he could. What choice did he have? Soft hands retied the string at his hip, covering his maleness and giving him a modicum of privacy.

He looks so peaceful. I wonder how he got those scars,” Til asked.

I doubt we’ll ever know,” Bet replied.

Should we trim his beard?”

Aramie likes to shave his face and clip his goatee. We’ll leave that for her.”

A pleasant warmth spread through his body. Aramie, his second in command, had spent quite a bit of time by his side, taking care of him. Her constant chatter had helped ease the loneliness. 

When Til spoke, her words were soft, quiet. “Really? Isn’t that interesting.”

Silence filled the room.

Bet cleared her throat.

What? I was just admiring. He’s a handsome male in a rugged sort of way.”

That’s enough. Time to go. Now. We’ll come back later and change his sheets.”

Okay—”

Smooth fingers pulled the sheet up and tucked the soft material around his shoulders. The towel was removed from beneath his head. Now that the bath was done, his racing heart slowed back to its normal pace.

Water sloshed and a squeaky wheel crossed near the foot of his bed. Clothing rustled and soft footsteps padded toward the exit. As the door opened, a cool breeze blew across his face. He relished how it tingled his skin. A desire to go with them rose to the forefront of his mind, but he couldn’t and that burned deep in his gut. The door closed behind them, and he was left alone with only his tortured thoughts to keep him company.