Happy Holidays to anyone celebrating this week, and to everyone else, have a safe & enjoyable time! Tau Scorpii is in progress, Bloodlines is in edits. Wish me luck. While the covers are done, blurbs and such are not. Fun times!
The Wildblood – No one remembers what started the war, the big one. Civilization stopped, and what came next was fueled by rage and fear.
Twenty years on, a tiny refuge, a place called The Vista, may be one of the last vestiges of humanity. Isolated, guarded, and hiding a dark secret, the people have survived World War Last, and they are content with that. Their children, however, are not. The search for others will send them out into a world they know nothing about, where the line between enemy and ally is blurred.
The Vista: Book 1 of The Wildblood
What happens, after the end of civilization?
Renegades: Book 2 of The Wildblood
Uncontrollable. Unpredictable. Dangerous. The Wildblood.
Now, Team Three know what they are.
Bloodlines:Book 3 of The Wildblood
Failure is not an option.
Before Team Three, there was The Blackout.
Backlash, prequel to The Wildblood.
All are available in paperback and eBooks – www.topaz08.com
Excerpt (Backlash: Prequel to The WIldblood)
“Shannon,” her radio crackled static, snapping her out of a restless sleep. It was Wade on his private channel.
“Go ahead,” she answered groggily. Her watch read 9:30 pm and she was supposed to go on duty at 2:00 am. An hour – she’d been asleep an hour.
“Gear up. I’ll be there in five minutes to get you.”
“What’s going on?” she wondered, rubbing her eyes.
“Don’t ask, just do.”
He didn’t sound like they might be playing wargames. Shan moved.
Her mother was in the kitchen. Deirdre Allen was five foot three, with pale blond hair, hazel eyes, and was one of The Vista’s actual doctors. She’d been twenty-nine when civilization ended. “The hospital just called me in,” she announced. “Are you on-call?”
“I am now. Wade didn’t tell me why.”
“No,” Shan told her. “Not this time. I know you don’t like carrying, but I think this is serious. Take a sidearm, Mom, please.”
Deirdre nodded. “For your peace of mind I will.” She knew how to use it; she’d been forced to in the past and hoped she never would again. “Whatever it is, be careful.”
“I am, and Wade wouldn’t let me get away with anything else.”
She hugged her. “I mean it.”
“I’ll see you in the morning,” Shan said, hearing a car. “That’s Wade. If he tells me it’s practice, I’ll let you know.” She didn’t think it was likely, but he’d fooled her before.
The moment she dropped into the passenger seat, she knew it was real. “Can you tell me now?” She’d dressed in winter camos with body armor, both Sigs and a boot gun, clips in all her pockets, plus an array of knives. Her pack held spare ammo, food rations and various bits of survival equipment.
He glanced sideways at her, heading towards Station Two with a purpose. “We lost a Scout at Wisdom about an hour ago.”
“Lost?” she repeated, not expecting it.
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