Clairissa Sinclair

Clairissa Sinclair and I met on social media. Her books look interesting and I can’t wait to read them.

Author bio

My name is Clairissa Sinclair and I am the happily-divorced mom of four amazingly accomplished and beautiful grown daughters, who have all spread their wings and flown the coop. I live on the beautiful nature coast of Western Florida with my boyfriend, our two very spoiled Chihuahuas, Zeus and Gizmo, and two stray cats who adopted us.

During the day I process citations and reports at the local police department, but, at night, I turn into “Super Smut Writing Woman”, bringing tales of love and lust to people around the globe who believe that we’re all just a little bit damaged by life, but it should never stand in the way of finding true love.

In my spare time I love to scour flea markets and antique stores for vintage Fiesta Ware, depression glass and other amazing treasures.

Check out my blog: Character Witness, where I interview some of your favorite book boyfriends, bad boys, heroines and villans.

Interview Questions:

Tell us about yourself. 

Hello there.  I am a happily divorced mom of four amazing daughters and Nana to three.  I live in Tampa Florida with my boyfriend and our two very spoiled chihuahuas. 

What genres do you like to read?  Are these the same genres you write in? 

I read everything.  I go on benders–Historical, Biography, Banned Books, Romance and Crime. 

Is your book for adults, young adults or children? 

Definitely adults.  Definitely.

What is your current release or project?

I am very proud of my new book, Lotus Empowered.  It’s an EOTWAWKI story of survival after the world loses all electricity and tech. No viruses or zombies.  Just survival. 

Tell us about the key characters. 

Lotus McClean is the heroine.  She grew up in a commune with hippie parents, which was the preparation she needed to be a survivor in a dark world.  She finds herself alone though.  Slowly she finds her tribe in three men who love her.  They all have back stories and are from  very different walks of life.

What is your blurb or synopsis of the book? 

The lights went out.

It wasn’t your run of the mill blackout. It was the final step in a series of carefully orchestrated occurrences that crashed communication satellites, GPS, internet connections and anything containing a computer chip. In just a few days all of the conveniences that modern society relied upon to get through life were gone and the world was thrust backward in time inciting a power struggle of epic proportions.

Lotus McClean found herself stranded in the mountains of Virginia when the world went black. When everyone around her panicked, Lotus knew what needed to be done. After all, she grew up completely off the grid, on the family farm where free-love was the norm and marijuana was the cash crop.

Standing strong on her own, loneliness and vulnerability keep her away from people and in the safety of the old Mountain Inn that she calls home. Three very different men from different walks of life seek refuge in the motel and in her bed.

Can they survive and thrive in a harsh new world?

Warning: This book is intended for mature readers over the age of 18. It includes intense sexual situations, including MMFM and MM relations, adult language and violence.

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Chapter 10 Lotus

We’d made it through the first winter, remarkably well. Between the good-sized doe that I dropped, shortly after the first snowfall and the random raccoons, rabbits, and squirrels that got caught in Pete’s traps, we survived. We moved our beds into the great room and used the big stone fireplace for heat and cooking. We were warm and dry and well-fed, and I was thankful.

Pete and Shirlee and I became a family during those cold months on the mountain. While they couldn’t be any more different than my parents, they still had a level of devotion to one another that made my heart ache for the people who loved me and raised me. For the first time since I was hauled off of the farm kicking and screaming, I had people who cared for me.

The three of us spent our evenings playing gin rummy, hearts, and blackjack. We played Yahtzee. Sorry! Uno and Trouble by the light of the fire. I read quite a few of Shirlee’s bodice-ripping romance novels, while Pete did word search puzzles in the big recliner. She taught me to crochet, and I created my first granny-square throw blanket from bits of yarn from her scrap collection.

Some nights Pete would play sad old country songs on his guitar in front of the fire while Shirlee paged through the family photo album and regaled me with tales of their son, Colton. Colt had been a handsome little boy and a successful jock all through school, as page after page of photographs attested to that fact. He had been working on the oil fields out west when the power went out, and Shirlee maintained the unwavering belief that he was on his way home to her. I hoped she was right. 

Eventually, I even opened up about my past and shared stories about living on my farm. The right parts, of course. I didn’t want to see the judgment in their eyes if I admitted the rest, so I just carried the private shame inside of me.

The only downfall to life on the mountain, besides the obvious–lack of electricity and coffee–, was that I was terribly starved for male attention and horny as hell. I kept that information to myself.   

Shirlee had run entirely out of scavenged meds weeks ago. We were doing our best to treat her with herbal remedies. It was apparent to both Pete and me that her condition was worsening. I gave her breathing treatments with horseradish root and steam to clear the mucus and sage tea for inflammation. Despite our best efforts, she ran short of breath with increasing frequency, and her color was often deathly pale. After more weeks of debate, the two of them decided to try to get the medical center in Pasco City as soon as the weather broke. In a vehicle on the highway, the trip would take less than four hours. We figured about two or three days on old Buttermilk, but who knows.

I doubt that I’ll ever see them again, and it breaks my heart to see them go. Pete handed me a document granting me ownership of the Inn, “Just in case.” 

Frantically, I packed them enough MREs from my stash to keep them going for about a month, along with bags of dried fruit and venison jerky. I threw in hunting knives, unopened bottles of liquor, and a brand new bow and quiver of arrows to trade for medical care and pills. It was all they could carry, and I wished there was more. Hell, I would have sent them with my entire truckload of survival supplies if it would buy this wonderful woman more time with our family.

“I wish you’d let me come with you.” I started. We’d had this same argument a dozen times, but Pete was adamant.

“No! You have to stay here and protect the Inn. We’ll be back as soon as we can.” He opened his arms, and I fell into them. “We love you, Lotus. Stay safe, girl.” I swear I heard him sniffle.

Shirlee did not attempt to hide her tears, and they instantly triggered mine. “You’re the daughter I always wished I had. I love you.” She whispered in my ear. 

I watched them, Pete on foot, limping slightly because of his bad knee, leading Shirlee riding on my bony swayback mare, until they disappeared behind the trees. Even when they were gone from my view, I stood and watched, just trying to wrap my head around the fact that they were gone.

I was truly alone. 

Day after day, I worked my ass from sun up until sundown, at almost a frantic pace, making sure I had the supplies in that I would need to survive another winter. Slowing down wasn’t an option. In the rare moments that I did sit down to relax and just breathe, it was too quiet. I found my thoughts wandering back to the farm and the flutter of activity, especially when we were preparing for winter. I had a tribe then. I had friends and family that I could rely on when I needed them. Now I just have me.

Night after night, I curled up, alone, under Shirlee’s patchwork quilt. Alone. All alone. It was eating me alive. I’ve read every book in the house and played hundreds of games of solitaire with the dog-eared Bicycle playing cards. I have given every animal on the property a name and a cartoon character-ish voice, and I talk to them while I’m feeding and cleaning up their pens. I spend my nights twisting cord and weaving baskets by candlelight, but the silence is deafening. I long for human contact. Some nights my skin aches for the touch of a man.

Four weeks into my solo life on the mountain, the need for human contact got the best of me. Despite the dangers, I found myself going into town for Swap Meet Sunday out of pure loneliness more than the need for anything in particular. I swapped one of Ozzy and Harriet’s kids for six more chickens and some heirloom tomato seeds and half a jar of instant coffee. I traded water filtration drops for a big bunch of sweet red beets and a pair of night-vision goggles for a bushel of peaches. The woman who made delicious goat cheese was always willing to swap for wine.

The atmosphere in town has changed somewhat for the better. The Sheriff and his men have things under control, at least by the light of day. The laws are upheld with an iron fist now, and violators are subject to pay the ultimate price for their crimes. Thieves and looters are shot on sight, and their names posted on the old community bulletin board at the entrance to the park, along with “missing person” notices. The board has also become a place for drifters to pin notes and letters that they’ve carried from other towns since there is no other organized mail system. I find nothing there with my name on it, which plunges me just a wee bit deeper into depression. I was hoping to at least hear that Pete and Shirlee had made it safely to Pasco.

There’s a curfew now. No one is allowed on the streets after dark except for Sunday nights, where the church hosts bible study and a barn dance. Violators are shot, Monday through Saturday, but the law in these parts are a religious crew, I suppose, and they make the one-night a week exception in the Lord’s name.

Pete and Shirlee had been gone for another six weeks or so when I broke down and made the long walk towards town again. I swore I wouldn’t, I told myself that I was safer on my own, but the loneliness was overwhelming. I was hoping for news of my friends and desperate for companionship. Again, there was no news on the community bulletin board. I checked and rechecked three times. The only new information was the names of eight more citizens that killed in the process of committing crimes on the shame wall.

Today, I finally let the nice church ladies talk me into sticking around for the sundown barn dance. “You need to meet a nice young man, Miss Lotus.” The sweet grey-haired granny declared. 

“It’s not safe to be up there on the mountain by yourself.” Her equally ancient friend insisted. I smile and nod, but I doubt it will measure up to dancing naked around a blazing fire like in my youth, but at least I won’t be alone tonight.

I cleaned myself up in the powder room of the church hall. Removing my plaid flannel shirt and stuffing it into my backpack, I left on a black wife beater with my jeans and combat boots. I washed the dust and sweat from my face in the basin and combed out my hair. Braiding it tightly, I pulled a few strands loose and let them fall on the sides of my face. A quick whore bath and fresh deodorant completed my dance look.        

The celebratory atmosphere reminded me just a bit of the ranch, minus the constant presence of marijuana smoke and, of course, the nudity. It didn’t take long for me to relax and enjoy the night. A classic country band was composed of half a dozen guys from age eighteen to about eighty that played a variety of string instruments, drums, spoons, and a washboard. They took turns singing lead and were off-key more than on, but the music was still a welcome relief from silence. It was wonderful to be around other people. I struck up a few conversations with the cheese lady and some of the locals. Mostly we talked about canning recipes, gardening, and edible plants.

There were more men than women present, perhaps as many as three to one. The ladies got quite a heavy work out on the dance floor. It was probably about eight o’clock, and I’d already received two marriage proposals and more cheesy pickup lines than I could handle. The preacher had a flask of rum in his jacket and offered me a swig after a rollicking two-step to a Garth Brooks song. It didn’t escape my attention that he was looking down my shirt when he gave me a few more. I’m not much of a drinker. Just a few little sips and I was feeling no pain.

Even the sheriff was starting to look good. He looked dignified and sexy in his khaki uniform, hat, and gold six point star pinned to his muscular chest, while pacing the room, on the prowl for trouble makers. Unfortunately, he’s married. She’s very pregnant and hovers next to him the entire night, scowling at any ladies that get too close to her man. That and the fact that he’s an enormous douchebag took him off of my list of possible partners.

My current dance partner is a twenty-something-year-old farmer with a dimple in his chin. He’s young and handsome and virile and has enormous calloused working man’s hands, and he’s wearing skin-tight faded Levis that make me want to sink my teeth into his tight little ass. It’s such a shame when he opens his mouth because he was perfect until he spoke, “I’ve seen you at the swap meet, you know.” 

“Oh, really?” I respond, curious to see where this conversation is going. 

“Yup. I told my friend Bobby over there.” He pointed to his similarly dressed friend who smiled and winked at us before he continued, “That I’d eat you good. You seem like a woman that knows how to take care of her pussy. Nothing worse than dirty pussy. I bet you still shave.” He leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, “Most women stopped shaving their poontang when the lights went out.” Fuck. Ew. Revolting! Not happening. Hottie McFarmer has successfully obliterated any sexual fantasy from my dirty mind. I need a good man and not a horny boy. 

“I need to use the ladies’ room.” I excuse myself leaving the good looking redneck in the middle of the dance floor, all alone.

I don’t even know how to respond to that comment. On the bright side, I suppose that it’s a good thing that I present myself in a manner that clearly says, “I wash my crotch.” The entire conversation cracks me up, and I’m still giggling to myself when I slam the door of the wooden outhouse behind the hall and head back inside towards the music.  

“Hey, pretty lady. How about a dance.” 

There were three of them. All older men, maybe in their forties and up with greasy hair and tobacco-stained teeth. They could have been younger and just aged by hard-living and homemade crystal meth. It’s tough to say for sure. Regardless, they were all wearing jackets with rebel flags on them like some kind of semi-geriatric street gang. I have no idea where they came from because I completely let my guard down. Fear, I found out, sobered me up faster than a pot of Maxwell House.

“Maybe later.” I said calmly, trying my best to sound braver than I was feeling, “I left my friend on the dance floor. I need to get back inside.” I tried to slip between them, but they blocked me in between their sweaty bodies and the outhouse.  

“Nah baby, you don’t need to go back in there with the Jesus crew. We can have our own little party out here. You can be the guest of honor.” He ran his fingers up my arm and grabbed my braid, bringing the tip of it to his nose and inhaling deeply. 

The one that I assumed to be the senior member by his grey hair and deep wrinkles grabbed a handful of my ass and squeezed hard enough to take my breath away. Bile rose in my throat. “Be nice to us, and we’ll be nice to you, lady.” He hissed in my ear. He planted a wet, slurpy kiss to my neck that made my skin crawl. The smell of tooth rot and tobacco filled my nose, and his fingers dug into my arms, leaving hand-shaped bruises.  

Panicking, I twisted and fought with everything inside of me. My black hiking boot made contact with the older man’s kneecap, which only succeeded in pissing him off even more. He wrapped one arm around my neck, capturing my throat in the crook of his arm. “Keep fighting, girl. It makes it all the sweeter.” He growled. Gasping for air, I wasn’t able to push enough from my lungs to form a scream. My nails clawed at his forearms, drawing blood and leaving long red lines. Another pair of hands grabbed a handful of my breasts and twisted them painfully, while yet more hands gripped my ankles and tried to subdue me from any further counter-attack. 

I sank my teeth into the hand closest to my mouth and clamped down, which earned me a sharp backhand and a dirty bandana stuffed in my mouth, “This one has a little too much sass. Get her pants down, boys. I’m gonna teach this little cunt some manners.” Slightly dazed from the bitch smack, and completely under their control, I felt a cold rush of air on my thighs and the scrape of denim over my bottom. I heard the jingle of his belt buckle, and I knew what was coming next. My blood ran ice cold through my veins.

A fresh wave of adrenaline surged through my body and twisted my wrists free. I wasn’t going to lie there and let it happen. I was going down fighting. Growling with pure hatred, I swung my fist with every ounce of strength I had, but the younger man quickly caught my hand before my knuckles made contact with his grinning face. The leader of the pack laughed at my feeble attempt to fight them off and dropped his pants to the ground. Standing over me, he hocks up a loogie into his mouth and spits into the palm of his hand. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, he rubbed his semi flaccid penis, “Hold her open for me, Clint. Gotta make sure the pussy isn’t diseased.”

His friend cackled, “You’d fuck it if you had to chip off the scabs.” I closed my eyes and squeezed them tight, like it would keep out the horror that was coming my way, and swallowed down the bile that was rising in my esophagus.

My attacker dropped to his knees, which pressed into my thighs, holding them open for his assault. The brown juice from the gob of chew in his mouth dribbled down his beard and landed on my face. I wanted to shut my brain off from everything that was happening to my body. I tried to block out my rape by visualizing the ranch and pretending I was there.

The heavy metallic click of a bullet being chambered in a very large caliber handgun brought me back into the here and now, “I don’t think the lady is interested. Hands off boys.” 

It wasn’t the sheriff, but one of his sworn deputies that had instantly become my hero. All three men put their hands up, and I darted out of their grip and hid behind the officer’s legs, spitting out the dirty bandana and struggling to fill my lungs with clean fresh air. “Are you ok?” He asked me, looking down on me. I nodded quickly because I was still shaking uncontrollably and too stunned to use my words. My heart was threatening to hammer it’s way out of my chest, and I struggled for control.

“Run along now, boys. And stay away from the lady, or I’ll shoot you myself.” They grumbled and bitched under their breath while they walked away in the direction of Main Street. I know I heard, “asshole cop” and, “motherfucker ruined our fun”. 

When words finally formed, I was outraged. “Aren’t you going to arrest them?” I panted, “They were about to rape me.” I realized that I still had a death grip on the pantleg of his neatly pressed uniform and forced myself to let go. My jeans were tangled and twisted. Brushing the grass and twigs out of them, I pulled them up over my ass with shaking hands. Deep breaths. I kept telling myself. Just take deep breaths and get a grip. I struggled to calm myself as the adrenaline wore off. 

“Can’t. I’m Emory, by the way. Deputy Emory Lang.” 

“Lotus McClean. You’re not going to arrest them?” Anger, shock and disbelief, or some lethal combination of all three surged through my system. 

Even more annoying is Deputy Lang’s blase attitude, “Ha, well, I would, but there’s no room at the jail right now. Can’t arrest anyone on an, “attempted” anything anymore. Sheriff’s rule. Has to be an actual crime. You don’t live in town, do you?” I still can’t stop my hands from trembling enough to button and zip my fucking jeans but at least my ass is covered. I take a few more deep breaths and try to pull myself together.

Emory offers me a hand, which I take and he pulls me to my feet. Eye to eye, I get a good look at him. He’s not a bad looking man. A little skinny for my taste but not hard on the eyes. He has a weak chin. I never really knew what that meant before, but now I understand completely. I’m still pissed off. Maybe even more pissed off that those assholes are just going to walk away. “Un-fucking-believeable. So if you were a minute later, and one of them stuck their dick inside of me, then they would be arrested? And no, I don’t live in town!”,I intentionally answer vaguely. 

He picked a dried up leaf out of my hair, “I know it sounds bad, but we only have three cells and they are full. If it makes you feel any better, I probably would have just shot him if he stuck his dick in you.” He winked at me, like it was our little secret joke or something. He fucking winked! I’m sure he would have shot the guy. Law Enforcement has certainly changed since the lights went out. “We do a damn fine job of keeping the peace, under the circumstances. We’ve got the looting under control at least and we do what we can to protect the law abiding citizens. What brought you into town today, Miss McClean? It is Miss, isn’t it?” He hadn’t yet released my hand from where he helped me stand, so I pulled it away from his grasp under the pretense of brushing dust and gravel off my backside.

I know what he means when he explains that the Sheriff got the looting under control. The “Looting or stealing equals a bullet to the head” policy is posted all over town and strictly enforced. 

I’m too stunned that a law enforcement officer would minimize the fact that I was physically assaulted and almost raped for it to register in my mind that he’s flirting with me. Awkwardly, but still flirting with a victim. “Um, yes. I came to town for the swap meet and the church ladies talked me into staying for the dance.” My heartbeat is slowly returning to a normal rhythm and my knees aren’t knocking together anymore.

The deputy grins, “Probably Gilda and Ida. There’s an over abundance of single men in town now and not enough beautiful women to go around.” 

“I noticed.” He led me back towards the lantern light of the church recreation center but my feet won’t move any further than the door. I can’t go back in there. Not now. I can’t listen to bad pick up lines and half-hearted marriage proposals from men who are just as lonely as I am. The truth is that I’m too fucking scared to walk home in the dark, all alone right now. I’m simply in need of comfort in the form of strong masculine arms wrapped around my shaking body. “So, Deputy Lang.” I stop in my tracks and turn towards him, close enough so that I can smell his powerfully strong aftershave. Blinking back the tears that are threatening to fall, I force a tight smile to my bruised lips, “I’m finished with dancing for tonight. How about we go over there behind the church rectory, and I’ll show you just how much I appreciate your intervention during my bad situation with the boys from Deliverance?”  

Emory wasn’t hard to convince. “Well Miss McClean, I do believe you’re trying to seduce me.” He leaned into me and brushed the hair that escaped my braid in the tussle securely behind my ear. 

“Is it working?” I ask him, already knowing the answer to my question by the growing tent in the front of his chinos.  


I wish I could say that the encounter was gratifying. It might have been, had it lasted more than two minutes and I didn’t have tears rolling down my face. Emory was a soft kisser, with a tongue that seemed to explore every tooth in my mouth. Still reeling from the assault, I wanted to be held and cuddled more than I wanted the sex, but that wasn’t to be. I wanted more and settled for much less.

Bending me over the cement steps to the back door of the minister’s residence, I let him take me. Sadly, Deputy Lang finished the race and I was barely out of the starting gate. I’ll give him credit where credit is due, he did provide nearly five minutes of spectacular post-coital cuddling, before he pulled up his pants and buckled his tactical belt. “I’ve gotta get back to my patrol. I hope we can get together again Miss McClean. Sometime soon.” 

I let him kiss me goodbye, before he tipped his hat and disappeared into the dark streets. I walked home in the darkness crying silent tears and with my loaded pistol cocked in my hand. My heart skipped a beat at every little sound in the night for the entire three hour walk up the mountain. The lonely Inn was my safe haven. I curled up on the sofa and hid underneath the patchwork quilt that Shirlee made and sobbed until the morning light illuminated the great room. In the safety of the light of day, I slept.

That’s the first and last barn dance I’ll be attending.

I’d made my peace with being lonely and turned my focus back towards winter prep. I was doing my best to keep Pete’s traps and lines set, but with hunting, caring for the livestock, canning, gardening and foraging, there was barely enough daylight to get all of the work done. I kept hoping and praying to whatever deity would listen for Pete and Shirlee to make it home, but as the summer wore on with no word from them, my hopes diminished. 

Resolved. That’s what I was. I resolved to survive the winter on my own.

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Just start typing and don’t stop.  A journey of fiftythousand words begins with a single key stroke.

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Spirits of the Earth

After the Sky
Spirits of the Earth Book 1
by Milo James Fowler
Genre: Post-Apocalyptic SciFi Fantasy
The world isn’t how they left it. When the bunker airlocks release them after twenty years in hibernation, the survivors find a silent, barren world outside. But they are not alone. There is a presence here, alive in the dust—spirits of the earth, benevolent and malicious as they interact with the human remnant.
Milton is haunted by a violent past he’s unable to escape, despite the superhuman speed the spirits give him.
Not interested in bearing the next generation, Daiyna is determined to destroy the flesh-eating mutants lurking in the dark, pierced by her night-vision.
Luther is a man of conviction who believes the Creator has offered humankind a second chance, yet he’s uncertain they deserve it—and he’s perplexed by the talons that flex out of his fingers.
Willard is a brilliant engineer-turned-soldier who refuses to leave his bunker, afraid of becoming infected and willing to destroy any obstacle in his way.
As their lives collide, the mysteries of this strange new world start unraveling, culminating in the ultimate life-or-death decision one survivor will make for them all.
Don’t miss this Post Apocalyptic Adventure with a Paranormal Fantasy twist! It’s perfect for fans of Stephen King, T.W. Piperbrook, and The Walking Dead.
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Tomorrow’s Children
Spirits of the Earth Book 2
The future is in their hands.
The post-apocalyptic world is bigger than the remnant imagined. Across the ocean, the domed cities of Eurasia have survived the nuclear holocaust that ravaged the rest of the planet. But only the survivors from the North American Wastes can give the sterile Eurasians what they need most in order to continue existing as a society: children.
Sergeant James Bishop, United World Marine, leads his team across the desert wasteland in order to make first contact with survivors in Eden, who are rumored to have a lab full of viable embryos. Meanwhile Cain, a coastal warlord dedicated to repopulating the planet, follows the will of Gaia, a malicious spirit of the earth with no love for humankind. Margo, telepathic geneticist responsible for designing the next generation, struggles to balance the will of a selfish dictator with what’s best for humanity. Tucker, an invisible man on a mission, carries precious cargo across the Wastes in an effort to rally a group of survivors into action against Eden.
As their lives intersect, agendas collide and tensions reach a breaking point. Twenty unborn children in incubation chambers hang in the balance—along with the fate of the world.
Grab the thrilling sequel to After the Sky! It’s perfect for fans of Stephen King, Tom Abrahams, and The Walking Dead.
City of Glass
Spirits of the Earth Book 3
The children of the remnant are adults living in the 10 Domes of Eurasia, self-sustaining biospheres along the Mediterranean Sea. Aerocars fly, clones work as security officers, and every citizen’s words and actions are monitored via their neural implants. Peace reigns over all—until a group of terrorists targets government buildings, and Chancellor Persephone Hawthorne is kidnapped.
Sera Chen, Dome 1 law enforcer, is drawn into the conflict after chasing a curfew violator capable of leaping from one skyscraper to another. When her augments go offline due to a localized EMP burst, she starts hearing voices. The band of survivors in North America is fractured. Daiyna roams the Wastes with a bounty on her head, refusing to confront her demons. Samson and Shechara target UW raiders who are pillaging ruins for resources the remnant needs to survive. James Bishop struggles against unexpected obstacles to be reunited with his family. And Luther is determined to find a way into Eurasia to meet the twenty children taken from Eden.
As their lives converge, unlikely alliances will form to combat an emergent enemy with plans to undermine the course of humanity’s future.
The Spirits of the Earth Trilogy concludes with this epic final installment. You won’t want to miss this!
Milo is a teacher by day and a speculative fictioneer by night. When he’s not grading papers, he’s imagining what the world might be like in a dozen alternate realities.
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Dark Days Series

Dark Days Book 1
by Mark Lukens
Genre: Post-Apocalyptic Horror
It started with rumors of a plague that turned people into flesh-eating predators. The governments of the world and the media tried to suppress it, but little by little the truth got out. The economy had been in a freefall, banks closed, protests turned into riots, people began hoarding and panicking. And then on a Friday morning, the collapse came.
After the government office where Ray Daniels works shuts down, he just wants to get home to his wife and kids. On his arduous journey home, Ray gets a call from Craig, his supervisor, inviting him and his family to his home where the answers to the collapse and the Ripper Plague are waiting for him, but the phone call breaks up and Ray only hears the word Avalon.
When Ray gets home to his family, the TV stations have been replaced with a loop of the President of the United States declaring martial law. The electricity and water are shut off soon after that. They hole up in their bedroom for the night – they have no weapons, little food, and no information about why everything collapsed so quickly.
After Ray’s neighbor, Helen, holds a secret meeting to try to fight back against martial law, she asks Ray to help her blind daughter Emma, promising that Emma can help him and his family find the way to Avalon. But what is Avalon, and what does Emma know about it?
Hours later, after soldiers in gas masks take Helen away, Ray has no choice but to flee with his family. Society has crumbled within the last twenty-four hours. Hordes of flesh-eating infected are loose on the streets. The police and military are doing their best to fight back, but they are losing the battle now. The collapse is here, and Ray wants the answers that Craig has, but he must keep his family alive first.
Dark Days Book 2
Josh Hooper has always been a screw-up. He’s done his share of jail time and has battled drugs and alcohol throughout his life. But since moving to Pittsburgh with his sister, Josh has gotten clean and turned his life around . . . just in time for the apocalypse.
As society begins to collapse on a Friday morning, Josh drives into the city to get some lifesaving medications for his nephew. When he tries to avoid the mass of panicked people and gridlocked traffic downtown, Josh is arrested, beaten, and detained.
Josh and some of the other uninfected are taken to a FEMA camp miles outside the city as the Ripper Plague continues to spread. They are taken to the camp for their protection, but Josh soon realizes that the camp is not what it seems to be . . . he believes terrible things may be happening there. Not only does he need to get back to his sister and nephew, but he needs to escape the evil brewing in the camp.
At night, while making his plans to escape, Josh dreams of a beautiful blind woman who calls to him, inviting him to head south to join her and others. And there’s someone else in his dreams, a man in the shadows with eyes that shine in the darkness, an evil man who will try to stop Josh and the others. But Josh can’t worry about people he sees in his dreams, people that he convinces himself aren’t real, because even though the chances of his sister and nephew being alive and uninfected are dwindling, he has to try to get to them.
Dark Days Book 3
Luke is not a nice man. He’s not a good person. But he’s a fighter . . . a survivor. A former MMA fighter who was sent to prison for attempted murder, Luke is accepted into a crime family run by Vincent, and during his years there he’s trained in weapons and the art of delivering pain.
When civilization collapses, Luke is sent to protect Vincent’s brother and his family. Luke finds the family slaughtered and the brother responsible, already infected by the Ripper Plague. After killing the brother, Luke knows he needs to flee the city. But with martial law declared and Vincent vowing revenge, sending the assassin who trained Luke after him, Luke’s chances of getting out of the city don’t look very good.
But Luke won’t give up, and with help from a woman who’s nearly as skilled and deadly as he is, Luke finds himself heading out of the city, on a new path, a journey south. In his dreams, Luke has seen a beautiful blind woman calling him south to be with her and the others. But there’s someone else in his dreams, a shadowy man of pure evil who is amassing an army to collect and control all the food and dwindling resources left behind. Not only will Luke and Wilma have to contend with the hordes of rippers on their journey, but they will have to run right through the shadowy man’s dark army.
Dark Days Book 4
Ray, Emma, and Mike are on their way to Doug’s cabin in the woods, their hope of refuge, when they drive into a trap in a small mountain town in West Virginia, a trap set by the Dark Angels, a gang controlled by the shadowy man they’ve seen in their dreams, the man who calls himself the Dragon.
Just when things are bleakest, Josh helps save Ray and the others. Josh is shocked when he sees Emma, the woman he’s seen in his dreams, the woman who has helped him along the way. And Josh has also seen Ray and Mike in his dreams. And he’s seen Luke and others. He knows that they are all meant to be together . . . if they can survive.
Miles away, Luke has made his way south from the Camp, but he gets trapped in the small town of Heaven, West Virginia, hunkered down in a building, the place surrounded by Dark Angels. But Luke has weapons and ammo to hold them off for a little while. A Dark Angel calls out to Luke on a megaphone, trying to convince him to surrender and promising that he has a surprise coming for him.
After a nearly-deadly encounter with a horde of rippers, Ray drives Josh, Emma, and Mike right into the battle in Heaven, West Virginia. And soon they are banded together with Luke. But now they are trapped together, making plans to escape, as the surprise the Dark Angels have promised comes into town.
Will they make it to their refuge, the cabin in the mountains? And if they do, is the refuge truly the safe place they’ve been dreaming of . . . or is it even more dangerous?
Dark Days Book 5
Kate Crawford’s world was shattered when the Collapse came. It seemed like one moment she was a university professor of Anthropology, and the next moment she was hiding in her home from the Ripper Plague, tortured by nightmares of a shadowy man with shining eyes. And then the Dark Angels came to her neighborhood, marking front doors and searching homes – she had no choice but to leave.
She planned to travel west, back to her hometown in the mountains of North Carolina, back to an oppressive family she vowed never to return to . . . but she has nowhere else to turn now.
Before she can even make it out of the city, she’s stuck on the roof of a building with a possible madman, the streets below overrun with tens of thousands of rippers. But she knows she needs to get out of the city, because the blind woman in her dreams tells her to head west, telling her that there are others like her, that they will all be together . . . they just need to find each other first.
Dark Days Book 6
Ray, Mike, Emma, Luke, and Josh think they’ve found their refuge at the West Virginia cabin, but it all falls apart when Luke finds tracks in the snow at the edge of the woods. Someone has been watching them. A ripper? A Dark Angel? Someone else? Soon they find their stalker, a young woman, but is she who she says she is? Can they believe her story?
To the south, in North Carolina, Lisey brings a horde of rippers to Kate’s parents’ home where Kate, Brooke, Petra, and Max are holed up. They don’t have time to pack their truck as they try to get away from the mob of rippers. But even if they get away, they don’t realize that something is waiting for them in the shadows of the woods just down the street.
Each group faces its own challenges, yet they are getting closer and closer to coming together. They need to be strong because the Dragon and his evil forces have ramped up their game, herding them where he wants them, ready for the final attack.
Mark Lukens has been writing since the second grade when his teacher called his parents in for a conference because the ghost story he’d written had her a little concerned.
Since then he’s had several stories published and four screenplays optioned by producers in Hollywood. He is the author of many bestselling books including: Ancient Enemy, Sightings, Devil’s Island, The Exorcist’s Apprentice, Followed, and more. He is a member of The Horror Writers Association.
He grew up in Daytona Beach, Florida. But after many travels and adventures, he settled down near Tampa, Florida with his wonderful wife and son … and a stray cat they adopted.
He loves to hear from readers! He can be found on Facebook at Mark Lukens Books, on Twitter @marklukensbooks, and you can follow his blog at He can be reached by e-mail at
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Deer Among Wolves

Deer Among Wolves
A World in Ruin Book 1
by Rebecca Fernfield
Genre: Post-Apocalyptic Survival
An extinction-level plague was only the beginning
Sixteen years have passed since an unstoppable plague ripped through the world killing billions.
A few desperate, mis-matched groups of men, women, and children found their way to a small town and learned how to survive, then thrive.
Now death is stalking them once more!
Newly appointed First Officer, Jude Sinclair, is under pressure when death follows a group of struggling survivors into town.
As the townsfolk sicken then die after a short, painful illness, Jude is desperate to learn how to stop the disease and save the town from extinction.
Deacon Carlisle lost everyone he loved to the plague and then ruthless survivors, now all he wants is to protect his new family and escape the infected town, but the unthinkable happens when his son disappears.
With the sickness claiming lives, and the boy missing, Jude and Deacon must rely on their own ingenuity to discover the truth, and save everyone they love.
Does Jude have what it takes to protect the town from its invisible enemy?
Can Deacon rise to the challenge of saving his son?
What is the truth behind the deaths and the boy’s disappearance?
‘Deer Among Wolves’ is book 1 in ‘A World in Ruin’, a series of action-packed and intriguing tales of life after the apocalypse.
British author, Rebecca Fernfield, is a lapsed medievalist who spends her days plotting the overthrow of evil regimes and devising intricate plans to rescue their victims. She’s also given to flights of fancy about the end of the world and what she’d do if supermarkets suddenly ran out of chocolate, wine and other essentials. She lives among the flatlands of the Humber estuary where Vikings and Saxons once fought and where, sometimes, on foggy mornings, you can still hear the echoes of clashing swords.
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Return of Anarchy

New Australia Book 2
Science Fiction/Post-apocalyptic/Dystopian
Date Published:  11/21/2019
Publisher: Chandra Press

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The thrilling sequel to Rijel 12: The Rise of New Australia.

A planet on the verge of destroying itself. A young woman determined to stop it before all is lost.

Ten years have passed since Earth invaded. The volcanic blast that turned the tide of the war has changed the face of the planet forever. What was once a scorched wasteland has been quenched by frequent rains. Farms now cover the surface. The citizens of New Australia have thrived.

Anarchy, the flagship of the resistance thought lost during the war, suddenly returns. To Admiral Slout and his crew, it’s only been 6 months since the raid on Star fantasy. But on New Australia, seventeen years have passed, and much has changed. The pirates struggle to reintegrate into a society with rules and laws. Unfortunately that’s not all.

The Anarchy brought something back with it. Something more dangerous than anyone could have expected. With the planet on the verge of civil war and leadership in disarray, can anyone stop New Australia from tearing itself apart?

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About the Author

King Everett Medlin has been writing since 2013, when he first developed the idea for Rijel 12. It was originally designed to be a SciFi series, with the objective of creating several short installments. Instead he got a lucky break when Chandra Press from San Diego responded favorably to the original draft, deciding to publish it as a full length novel. King lives in Denver, Colorado with his lovely wife Caroline and has two grown children. He’s a graduate of the University of Oklahoma where he played college Rugby; and remains a diehard Sooners fan to this day. His specialties are Science Fiction and Mystery/Suspense novels, focusing on unusual stories with intriguing plot-lines and amazing characters.

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Claire Buss

Claire Buss and I met through social media. She interviewed me for her blog and I’m returning the favor. Her books look interesting and are on my to read list.

Author Bio

Claire Buss is a multi-genre author and poet based in the UK. She wanted to be Lois Lane when she grew up but work experience at her local paper was eye-opening. Instead, Claire went on to work in a variety of admin roles for over a decade but never felt quite at home. An avid reader, baker and Pinterest addict Claire won second place in the Barking and Dagenham Pen to Print writing competition in 2015 with her debut novel, The Gaia Effect, setting her writing career in motion. She continues to write passionately and is hopelessly addicted to cake.

Tell us about yourself.

Hi! I’m Claire, a stay at home mum and multi-genre author. By day I wrangle my little monsters and by night I attempt to wrangle words. I love to read, drink tea and eat cake.

When did you know you wanted to be an author?

I’ve always wanted to write but felt for a long time that I just couldn’t. It wasn’t until I joined a Writers Workshop at my local library that I began to gain the confidence to write and share my words with others. I’ve always loved to read and explore my own imagination, but I still have to pinch myself sometimes when other people tell me they enjoy reading my books lol.

What genres do you like to read?  Are these the same genres you write in?

My go to genres are fantasy and sci-fi but I will read anything, apart from horror. An overactive imagination means that horror stories scare me too much! I belong to several book clubs so I’m always trying something new and I like that they push me to try different things. I have a firm 50 pages rule – if I’m not enjoying the book by that point then I move on to something else.

Is your book for adults, young adults or children?

My books are mainly for adults although younger readers would probably enjoy my humorous fantasy Roshaven books.

What is your current release or project?

My current book is The Gaia Solution, book 3 in The Gaia Collection, my hopeful dystopia series, and it’s out today in paperback and ebook. I’m really excited to have finished writing this trilogy especially as book one was my debut novel, so it feels like a real achievement.

Tell us about the key characters

I have several main characters because they are a group of friends. Kira and Jed Jenkins, Martha Hamble, Ruth Maddocks, Dina Grey and Max Carter. Now that we’re in book three, things have changed dramatically for all of them but their friendship has remained strong.

What is your blurb or synopsis of the book?

Kira, Jed and their friends have fled New Corporation and joined the Resistance, but their relief is short-lived as they discover how decimated the human race has become and learn of an environmental crisis that threatens to destroy their existence. Kira and Jed must travel up the mountain to the New Corporation stronghold, City 50, to bargain for sanctuary while Martha and Dina risk everything to return to City 42 and save those who are left. With the last of her reserves Gaia, the fading spirit of the Earth uses her remaining influence to guide Kira and her friends but ultimately, it’s up to humanity to make the right choice.

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Zac stood in his office and scanned the briefing file in front of him, looking up briefly as Colonel Archer arrived. He was aware of her standing to his left but said nothing as he finished looking over the report.

‘So, not what we’d hoped, Archer.’

‘No, Sir. Fewer groups of refugees are arriving. I don’t think there will be many more. We can clear cities 24, 30 and 11 from the board. They’re not viable.’

Zac glanced at the map on the wall. It was accurate as they had been able to make it. Everyone who arrived at their camp was questioned carefully to determine which city they came from, which cities they passed and other important environmental information.

‘You can take 36 off the map, as well as 15.’

‘Were they both destroyed by New Corp?’

‘No. 36 is full of radiation, it won’t be safe to inhabit for decades to come. Shame really, a stronghold in the mountains would have been a tactical advantage.’

‘Not when you read the latest report, Sir.’ Archer bit her lip as she waited for her superior to catch up on the results of weeks of investigation. She caught herself tapping her fingers impatiently and held back the urge to speak before he’d finished reading. Finally, Zac put the handheld down and leaned heavily on the desk in front of him.

‘The entire country?’

‘That’s what it looks like, Sir.’

‘And the calculations are correct?’

‘To the best of our knowledge.’ Archer paused. ‘Who are the people you brought with you, Sir?’

Zac pushed himself to standing and began ticking names off his fingers. ‘Artem you know. From City 42 we have their former rebel leader, Martha Hamble with her son as well as Archivist Kira Jenkins and former Force detective Jed Jenkins with their children. Dr Max Carter and Dina Grey are scientists, originally from Camp Eden, and Ash is one of Jed’s men.’

‘Perhaps their scientists can independently verify the data for us. It might also make them join our cause, when they know some of the facts.’

‘I don’t think we need to worry about whether they will join or not. None of them are pro New Corp.’

‘How do you know, Sir?’

Zac closed down his info wall, indicating that he wanted to leave the room, and Archer came with him as he swiped to exit.

‘New Corp wiped out Artem’s complex…’

‘Yes, we know that, Sir.’ Archer interrupted.

‘Kira’s parents were there. As was one of the new mothers from City 42. With her child.’

Wide-eyed, Archer paled and took a step back.

‘Are they all… dead?’

‘Completely annihilated. I don’t think we need to be worried about them being motivated to help us. We might have to hold them back.’ Zac gestured at the discarded handheld on the table. ‘Make sure they get a copy of your latest report. I want them to have all the facts.’

Do you have a favorite scene?

I really like the ending of The Gaia Solution. It felt right when I was writing it and I’m pleased where the characters have ended up. There are actually lots of scenes I love but I can’t tell you about them because of *spoilers*!

What advice would you give a beginner?

Never give up! Never surrender! If you want to write, make time for it and understand that when you get to the end of your story, that’s not the end of your author journey.

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Amelia Oliver

Amelia and I met through a mutual friend – thank you Jules Hunter! I’ve enjoyed my conversations with her and learning about her writing. I have one of her books on my kindle and it is pushing aside others because I must read it. FYI – Amelia writes adults only stuff and her excerpts are YUMMY but not for youngsters… send the kids to bed . This interview is sexy, sassy, and delicious! Adults only!

Tell us about yourself.

I’m Amelia Oliver, a British author from a small town on the coast. I’m a mummy, wifey, disabled and a mental health advocate. 

When did you know you wanted to be an author?

I always wanted to write, but never dared. I suffer from severe anxiety and exposing myself through publishing a story used to be extremely scary. It still is, only now I have some amazing supporters who never let me doubt myself. 

What genres do you like to read?  Are these the same genres you write in?

I love to read PNR, reverse harems and sci-fi. But I’ll read almost anything I can get my mitts on. 

Is your book for adults, young adults or children?

Adults. Definitely adults. 

What is your current release or project? 

I have two! Book 2 in the Everly Davis Chronicles Four Ever, and Blaze. Both very different stories. 

Tell us about the key characters

In Four Ever, the main character is a young woman from Manchester. Her mum died, and left her a house in the seaside town of Scarborough. When she got there she met Leyland, the Cupid. Karl, the Earth Elemental. And Garrot, the telektentic. 

In Blaze Kayla just turned 20, the world has been destroyed by war, zombies known as “Panda” roam the lands. She meets Connor, who can read minds. Charlie, who is a healer. Crowely is is half “Brute” 

What is your blurb or synopsis of the book?

Pre-order now! Release date 11/4/19

Blaze Blurb

“To rid this world of evil, I must first Blaze.”

History tells of a time long ago when small town scientist Dr Isaac’s discovered the cure for cancer. Great right? And it was… For a time. The “Advanced” were born.

I am one of few remaining immune to a virus created to kill only humans. Broken, cold-hearted I fight tooth and claw to survive, life in the wastes is harsh every day a battle. Baby and I give no quarter to those who cross us. I just want to find and kill the guy who murdered my mother, and kill him… slowly.

But destiny has other ideas for me. Four men claim I’m theirs, but am I too broken to be with them? Fate decrees we save the world together, but first we must discover who we really are.

My name is Kayla, and this is a story of how war never changes. But humankind does.

Standalone reverse harem, dystopian, paranormal romance.

⚠️ This is a reverse harem novel suitable for over 18’s ONLY. Rape and domestic violence are mentioned in this book. Sexually explicit scenes. I would love for you to read this book, but please be aware of these advisements. Mental health is extremely important. ⚠️

Four Ever Blurb

“Five of us stand between a vengeful God, his monsters and end of the world.”

As Queen of the seas, the fate of the world now rests upon my shoulders. My powers are raw and untapped, I must learn to harness them quickly before my father kills me and everything I love.

With just four weeks before Poseidon plans to wipe out all of humankind, my men and I must work together to formulate a plan to destroy him, adding one more problem to the mix could make or break us. 

As a Selkie army moves closer and closer and other outside forces threaten to destroy all that I hold dear, can we survive long enough to put that plan into action?

Should we fail, it would mean the end. 

⚠️ This is a reverse harem novel suitable for over 18’s ONLY. Rape and domestic violence are mentioned in this book. Sexually explicit scenes. I would love for you to read this book, but please be aware of these advisements. Mental health is extremely important. ⚠️ 

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Blaze – When I open my eyes again all I see are dead bodies, they just haven’t hit the ground yet. Holding my katana with both hands I swipe left and right, heads drop to the floor and roll. Blood, guts and pieces of flesh fly through the air as the four of us decimate the crowd around Chris. A particularly fresh Panda lunges at me, his teeth filled with blood and bits of skin. He snaps at my face as I take one hand off my blade to push his chest, making him fall back into the bodies behind him. 

        I swing my weapon in an arc, taking down several other Panda on the way I remove his head from his body. Something hard hits my ribs, turning I come face to face with a Panda who is clearly several months old. The skin on his face is peeling away, leaning forward to bite me his foul breath fans my face. I force myself to not puke as I reach out to move him back when something hits me from behind sending me falling forward. I land on top of the gross Panda my hand crunching through his ribs as we land, and my fist hitting the ground beneath him. Stabbing my blade beside his hip I pull my hand back and thrust it into his face, palm out, it plows through his skull and into his brain, ending his life. 

       Someone shouts my name, but I cannot see through the cluster closing in on me. Grabbing my weapon I yank it out of the earth and stand. Connor, Crowley and Charlie have disappeared into the masses. That’s fine, I got this. With a battle cry, I spin on the spot. My sword held in both hands as I slice limbs from bodies, cut open throats and remove jaws from faces. A masculine voice rings out again just as my legs are taken from under me, and a heavy weight lands on my back taking the breath from my lungs. “Fuck!” My blade drops to the ground as my wrist hits dirt; pain shoots up my arm and I cry out. The weight shifts and the stench of death wraps around me.

       Twisting my head slightly my eyes lock on with a slightly milky pair. One of Chris’s people. Hells yea. Pushing off the ground, I stand still completely surrounded by Panda. My cutlass nowhere in sight, I panic for just a second. Ending my little freak out, the odd Panda thrusts it’s hand towards me, a small blade rests there. Hands grab my shoulders as I snatch up the blade and turn jamming it into the skull of a bad Panda. Fuck sake, we are so going to have to come up with new names for normal Panda and Chris’ people. This is just getting confusing. 

        Punching faces with one hand and stabbing with the other I rack up quite the body count, Panda Beta?, PB for short?, I make headway into the troop of old Panda, OP for short?. The grey of the container comes into view as more bodies litter the floor. Careful not to trip I start to use their fallen bodies to climb further into the dwindling posse. Not moving towards the structure, but deeper into the Panda. Determined to clear the area I continue to use blade and hand to crush, punch, rip and tear through bodies. I lose myself in the heat of the battle, I love this. 

        “Kayla? What the fuck!” 

Crowley’s voice can hardly be heard over the sounds of crunching bone, the shiver inducing sound of my blade sinking into soft gooey flesh and my own grunts of exertion. So many carcasses are around me now that I have to climb over the top of a pile so that more can reach me and meet their final deaths. I see a flash of the black t-shirt Connor is wearing, then a glimpse of the one Charlie is wearing as another Panda swings its arm out hitting me in the face. Grunting I shake it off until something hard hits the back of my head making me bite my lip. Wiping the back of my hand across my mouth it comes away wet. I don’t need to look to know its blood, I can taste it. The world spins for the millionth time in a few short days. I feel myself falling. 

Chapter Twenty-One  

      Shaking my head clear I push my hands against the Panda in front of me to stop myself from falling. Turning around I come face to face with a massive Panda. Its milky eyes bore into mine as it reaches out wrapping both hands around my throat, squeezing. Struggling to get air past the digits around my neck I slam my fists into the creases of his arms, but he doesn’t break his vice like grip. Shit. 

       Memories assault me, laying helpless under a pile of rubble in a dark room. My blood cooling against the dirty wooden floor beneath me. Wishing with every ounce of my soul that I wasn’t a broken bitch, that I could just allow myself to love. And be loved. My mother’s face looking concerned as I refused to get to know any of the boys who visited Kaleidoscope farm. Hands grab my body in all directions and teeth sink into my flesh as four distinct male voices scream my name.  

Four Ever  

“Oh!” She moans out, and rocks her hips making Le slip in and out of her. The view I see is erotic as fuck. I take myself in my hand as Karl sits beside me. At some point he’d got naked and now has his own cock in his hand, pumping up and down with his both his hands wrapped around it. Karl and I have never touched each other during sex with other women, but I spit into the palm of my hand and rub it over his bell end. His light grey eyes flick to Everly`s, then to mine. 

 “Yes! So fucking sexy, oh I’m close!” Ever watches us with open interest. 

“Karl do the same to Garrot, lick your palm and rub the end of his cock for me.” His eyes flick to mine again, then he licks his hand and slowly, he rubs it over the tip of me.

 “You dirty bitch Ever. You like watching us pleasure each other, don’t you?” I ask.

 “Yes, more!” She mewls back. Oh fuck me, the dirty little bitch. I wrap a hand around Karl’s cock, and bend to lick the bead of precum there. Then, with his saltiness still on my tongue, I take Ever’s mouth with a punishing kiss.

 My tongue massaging hers as she moans into my mouth. I slap two fingers to her clit, taking care to not hit Le too, she shatters, throwing her head back onto Leylands chest. My hand strokes my cock until I cum all over her pussy and Leylands cock as he pistons in and out. Painting them both white.

 “Oh fuck!” He shouts out and cums deep inside our girl.

 “Cum Karl.” Ever says between panting breaths. Oh fuck me, she’s dominating him. Her words draw a long moan from his mouth and he explodes all over the floor, long jets spurting out of him, moaning to the ceiling. All eyes are on Ever as we ride waves of pleasure. We all sit there in the bathroom, panting and sated. It’s only nine a.m and already I’m dreading the day, but what a way to start it. 


Garrot leans forward towards us, and cums all over my cock, the hot slick liquid sliding down my balls, mixing with Everly`s juices and I explode inside her.

 “Oh fuck.” My eyes roll back into my head and I moan out my pleasure. After we all just sit there, catching our breaths. 

“I love you all so much,” she says on a sob. The three of us immediately sober and we each wrap our arms around her.

 “It’s going to be okay.” 

“Babe, we are here with you.”

 “My love, we love you too.” 

Damn. We are all scared, none of us want to lose what we’ve so recently built. We also don’t want the planet to be destroyed, it’s a heavy load to bear, but I have faith the four of us can defeat Poseidon and his army of Elite. Together we can do anything. 

I look down at my watch absently, it’s nine AM, Will and his men will be here any second. Time to get ourselves cleaned up and dressed, ready for training to begin.

 “Will and his clan will be here soon. We need to get dressed,” I reluctantly say to everyone. Everly opens her eyes and wipes them. I give her a reassuring smile as she turns to look at me. “I’ll do brekky,” Karl replies. “I’ll run the vac around downstairs too, I may have got dirt on the hallway carpet. Sorry.” His eyes are downcast as Ever looks to him.

 “It’s your house too, not just mine. It’s our home. The four of us.” To drive her point home, she stands and crouches down in front Karl, cum dripping on the floor. “If you’ve got mud on the carpet, you better go clean it up,” she says quietly into his ear. His dick gets hard again and he bites his bottom lip. 

“Yes Miss.” Looking into her eyes he puts his lips to hers softly, then stands to get dressed. Huh, interesting. I never knew Karl liked to be dominated. I’ve never seen him like that before, Ever was so sexy bossing him around, my own dick twitches again.

 “Best get dressed before we spend all day in this room.” I say on a laugh. 

Do you have a favorite scene?

Ooh yes. In both. In Four Ever it’s when Everly tells Leyland…. But I can’t tell you that. But I cried writing it. 

And in Blaze it’s when Charlie asks Kayla .. I cannot tell you that either. But I cried like a baby, as did my Alphas! 

Oh – you are a tease!!!  What advice would you give a beginner?

Accept help. You won’t think other authors are willing to help, but they are. Some… well there aren’t many who aren’t really really nice. Oh and get a PA. They are invaluable. Do it early on. Make sure they read what you write first, build a friendship with them. The relationship you build with your PA is paramount. Also don’t reveal your cover right away, tease readers with it. Reveal a little at a time, make a game of it. Engage with readers, they love it. Social media is scary, very scary. But it’s a must! Ask questions, talk about yourself and encourage them to talk about themselves. I wish you the best of luck! 

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Ken Stark

Ken Stark and I bumped into each other on social media. He writes in horror which is way outside my purview.

Author Bio

   Ken Stark doesn’t only write horror, but he mostly does. Why? Because when it comes to shining a light on the best and worst of mankind’s nature, nothing works better than a dark backdrop. If it happens to give a few people nightmares along the way, he’ll just take that as a bonus.

    Ken lives in Vancouver, Canada, and when he isn’t writing, he can most often be found reading, painting, or dreaming of a beach house in Hawaii.

Tell us about yourself.

   Thank you, Eileen. My name is Ken Stark, and I am a horror and dark fiction writer from Vancouver, Canada. I started making up stories as soon as I could hold a pen, so I’ve been at this for a long time. I mostly started stories I would never finish, but I finally wrote a complete novel in my teens and sent it around to the top New York publishers, assuming they would all line up to throw bundles of cash my way. Sadly I was wrong, and the rejection letters hit me hard. I still wrote after that, but it was always just for me. Flash forward a few decades, and I was ready to try again. This time, my manuscript was picked up by the first publisher I contacted, and I haven’t looked back since. 

When did you know you wanted to be an author?

   Honestly, right from the beginning. Some of my earliest memories are of me sitting on my bed, scribbling in a notebook. Like I said, those stories rarely got finished, and none of them were any good, but the desire to create alternate realities was always there.

What genres do you like to read?  Are these the same genres you write in?

   I read anything and everything. All that matters to me is the story. Even if I didn’t like a lot of different genres, I think it’s important for writers to explore outside their insular little worlds. There are a lot of writers out there doing a lot of amazing things, and you never know where you’ll find inspiration.

Is your book for adults, young adults or children?

   My books are a little too graphic for young children, but I make no distinction between YA readers and adult readers. A few years doesn’t suddenly make a person wiser or more sophisticated. Young people know what they like, so if they’re okay with a little swearing and a few nightmares, then so am I. Arcadia Falls is the only novel I ever wrote with a younger reader in mind, so I kept the language clean, but that was the only concession I made. And really, that was for the younger readers’ parents more than the younger readers.

What is your current release or project? 

   My latest release is Stage 3: Bravo, the third book in my post-apocalyptic Stage 3 series. 

Tell us about the key characters

   Hank Mason was always a loner, so he was fully prepared to take on the apocalypse single-handedly until a young girl reminded him of what it meant to be human.

   Mackenzie Cullen was only ten years old when the world turned upside down, but she adapted quickly. Smart, brave and fiercely loyal, she sees the world as it is, not as it used to be.

   Sarah Cullen is technically Mackenzie’s aunt, but she raised the girl from infancy. Never one to back down from a fight or be the damsel in distress, she is Mason’s equal in every way. As a nurse, she dedicated her life to helping others, but she’ll stop at nothing to keep her little girl safe. 

What is your blurb or synopsis of the book?

   Hank Mason thought he had nothing left lose.

   But then came Mackenzie. And then came Sarah. And then came the others.  

   Though these seven souls had somehow survived the first days of the epidemic, every minute in this new world comes at a price.

   Thrown into a relentless battle against a population turned feral on one side and desperate men willing to do anything to stay alive on the other, the only question remaining was how much they were willing to pay to survive.

   Now, those precious few are in a desperate race to save one more lost soul, and time is running out. The clock started ticking the moment they pulled into that forgotten little corner of a world gone mad, and every second brings them closer to death.

   They’ll have to find a way out, or die trying.

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   No one dared utter so much as a whisper, but Mason had no need of words to know what they were all thinking. It was suicide. Sheer, unthinking suicide. They would all be dead as soon as they opened that door. Even if they somehow managed to pile through without the slightest breath of sound, they were dead as soon as their feet hit the pavement. If they somehow survived long enough to sneak a few steps into the swarm, they would be dead before they’d crossed a dozen feet. If by some miracle they weren’t torn to ribbons by then, they would never be so lucky as to make it all the way to the other loading bay nearly a hundred feet away. And even if they somehow accomplished that impossibility, they would then have to quickly and silently break through a door that was a carbon copy of this one. Metal, with a little square of reinforced glass. 

     It was ridiculous to even consider. Impossible, by anyone’s measure. Mason would be throwing his life away on a ridiculous venture destined to fail before it had even begun. And with it, he’d be throwing away everyone else’s life, too.  

     He checked his watch. It was 5:15. By 5:17, it would all be over. 5:17. Everyone he knew in the world would be dead by 5:17. He tried to come up with the day’s date as if knowing exactly when all of his friends were to die might give him some peace, but as much as he tried to calculate backwards, he simply couldn’t. Was it still July? Were they into August yet? What day of the week was it? Friday? Monday? 

     It was a wasted effort. In this new world, days and dates had no meaning. All they had was now. Still, one vestige of the old ways pervaded Mason’s thought.

     God, I hope it’s not Monday…..I’d hate to die on a Monday…...

     Addison fell back to let Sarah squeeze in beside Mason and have a look for herself. She said nothing, but her tightening grip on Mason’s arm spoke volumes. Then Becks poked her head between the two, and she did speak, but in a hush low enough to have been a mere whisper on the breeze.

     “You can’t,” she pleaded with both of them, “There has to be another way.”

     “There isn’t,” Sarah hushed back, and with one last gentle squeeze of Mason’s arm, her fingers trailed down to his hand, their fingertips kissed, and she stepped away to leave him and Becks alone for the last moments they were likely to have.

      And yet, Mason didn’t say a word to Becks. In his mind, he didn’t have to. Whatever he’d needed to say had been said, and for perhaps the first time in his life, he was at peace with himself. He reached out and found Becks’ hand waiting for his, but it didn’t linger there. That last connection made and his heart at ease, Mason released her hand and gave the signal. Then he slowly and gently slid back the deadbolt. 

Do you have a favorite scene?

 There’s a scene on the rooftop that I absolutely love. No spoilers, but one member of the group is preparing to make the ultimate sacrifice, and it shows not only the sheer horror of this new world, but how far they’ve all come. It was a very emotional scene to write, and I think it came out beautifully. 

What advice would you give a beginner?

I always give new writers the same advice. Just write. It doesn’t matter what, it doesn’t matter how long it takes, and it doesn’t matter if it’s any good at all. The only way to get better at anything is by doing it over and over and over again, so if you want to be a writer, write! Trust me when I say that the words you write today will always be your worst. Every sentence you write from that moment on will only make you better, so forget about trying to create a masterpiece and just write!

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Dead State Fallout

Dead State: Fallout
by Derek Shupert
Genre: SciFi, Post-Apocalyptic Thriller
When the dead rise, he’ll either find his family or end up a ravenous corpse…
Fifteen-year-old James would much rather hang with friends than go hunting
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Derek Shupert is an emerging Science Fiction Author known for his captivating dystopian storylines and post-apocalyptic-laden plots. With various books and anthologies underway, he is also the author of the Afflicted series and Sentry Squad.
Outside of the fantastical world of sci-fi, Derek serves as the Vice President at Woodforest National Bank. During his free time, he enjoys reading, exercising, and watching apocalyptic movies and TV shows like Mad Max and The Walking Dead. Above all, he is a family man who cherishes nothing more than quality time spent with his loved ones.
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