Happy Wednesday to you all! I am pleased to announce that Inception: The Defiants Series Book 1 is now available on Amazon! Available for your Kindle, Kindle Unlimited, and in paperback! Fan of The Handmaid's Tale? You'll love this one - purchase it while you wait for new episodes!
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It was a normal election year. There were two top candidates and the American people left with a choice to make - stay with the incumbent or elect ultraconservative Alfred Millstone. Elections have consequences, and Charlie Cooper and his live-in girlfriend, Annie Russell, learn this the hard way after millions of Americans elect Millstone as the new US president.
Millstone's dictator-like decrees soon fly in the face of the freedoms Charlie and Annie have always taken for granted - government officials begin to follow everyone, outrageous rules are implemented, and people's constitutional rights are violated. Those who do not follow the new rules and laws are labeled as DEFIANTS and are put on disciplinary levels. Each level has stricter consequences, including arrests and criminal sentences leading up to execution.
Food purchases are regulated, medical care is monitored, and people are quickly stripped of the freedoms they once knew. With the Millstone administration's power growing rapidly, freedom becomes a relic of the past. Charlie desperately struggles to save his family from a dark and deadly future he never imagined could be possible in the land of the free.
Captive: Book 2 is in the works and a preorder will be set up for it soon!
I hope you are all doing well and staying safe!
Happy reading!
J.R. Tate
J.R. Tate's Random Musings
---Author of Thrillers, Post-Apocalypse, and Romance--- A blog about writing, reading, running, and life.... I believe that a pen and an imagination have the power to change the world!
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Inception: A Dystopian Thriller (The Defiants Series Book 1) Now Available!
Inception - The Defiants Book 1 Available for Preorder
I am pleased to announce that Inception: A Dystopian Thriller (The Defiants Book 1) is now available for preorder on Amazon! The date on Amazon is for August 21st, but that date will be moved up once I finish the book and it goes through the editing process.
Here is the blurb:
For fans of Margaret Atwood's The Handmaid's Tale
It was a normal election year. There were two top candidates and the American people left with a choice to make - stay with the incumbent or elect Alfred Millstone, the man whose promises seemed almost too good to be true. Many were fooled by his smooth speeches and flashy campaigns, gaining him enough votes into the White House.
After inauguration day, true colors start to show - men in suits begin to follow the general population, outrageous rules are implemented, and people's constitutional rights are violated. Those who do not follow the new rules and laws are labeled as DEFIANTS and are put on disciplinary levels based off of regulations being broken. Each level has stricter guidelines, arrests, and criminal sentences.
Food purchases are regulated, medical care is monitored, and people are quickly stripped of the freedoms they once knew. With the Millstone administration's power growing rapidly, can enough citizens come together and save the country, or will the new rules and laws spread past the United States, wreaking havoc in other countries, possibly ending the world?
Here is the link that will take you to the product page on Amazon -
I am so excited to introduce this new series to everyone!
I'm Back!
Hello to those of you who have not completely given up on me!
Sooo.... to explain where I've been for the past year....
I have been working on graduate school! I am obtaining my master's of education in guidance and counseling. I don't want to hand everyone lame excuses but I barely had time to sleep, much less leisurely write during that time (tack on the full time teaching job and I am surprised I made it through!) I MISSED writing! I think I just might be more excited about getting back to writing than I am about finishing my master's! Sad but true, though I am glad I finally buckled down and did it!
To those of you who still follow me, I promise more activity will commence as of TODAY! I've got two weeks left until graduation but my pressing assignments are complete and now I play the waiting game!
I'd love to hear from everyone and see what you have been up to in the past year! It's been a long and short year, all at the same time!
It's good to be home!
Kindly and respectfully,
J.R. Tate
Sooo.... to explain where I've been for the past year....
I have been working on graduate school! I am obtaining my master's of education in guidance and counseling. I don't want to hand everyone lame excuses but I barely had time to sleep, much less leisurely write during that time (tack on the full time teaching job and I am surprised I made it through!) I MISSED writing! I think I just might be more excited about getting back to writing than I am about finishing my master's! Sad but true, though I am glad I finally buckled down and did it!
To those of you who still follow me, I promise more activity will commence as of TODAY! I've got two weeks left until graduation but my pressing assignments are complete and now I play the waiting game!
I'd love to hear from everyone and see what you have been up to in the past year! It's been a long and short year, all at the same time!
It's good to be home!
Kindly and respectfully,
J.R. Tate
Farewell to The Extreme!
I usually don't get crazy over celebrity deaths - it's a way of life for someone to pass away, even if we view the rich and famous as immortals among us mere mortals. But today, while scrolling through my news feed on Facebook, my emotions caught in my throat when I saw that Bill Paxton had passed away at the young age of 61.
My first reaction was that it was a hoax - it is fake news (Yeah, we've had enough mention of fake news lately). How many celebrities have been announced as deceased but it was wrong? Unfortunately, this wasn't the case for this particular actor.
I've been a fan of Bill Paxton since I was a kid. Tombstone, Apollo 13, Titanic, just to name a few. But the best movie where I completely fell in love with him was Twister - a cult classic, a movie that still gets watched by everyone and is familiar to most, despite it being over 20 years old. It is a tradition for me to watch it at the beginning of every storm season. This year, it will hold even more meaning to me.
As I sit here and listen to the Twister soundtrack, it makes me nostalgic for the times I have storm chased across Texas....(and Oklahoma and Kansas) And I'll be the first to admit that the movie gave me some inspiration to do it. I grew up on the plains of Texas where the weather is infamous for changing within seconds... from high winds, questionable winters, to mega thunderheads that pop up out of nowhere. It gets me excited just thinking about it. I'd like to thank Bill Paxton and the makers of Twister for heightening my interest in weather (I get that it's a fictional movie that really isn't realistic...) It still is somewhat responsible for giving me spring fever long before it's time to put up the sweaters and coats.
Godspeed, Bill Paxton. Thanks for your years of entertaining us! Dusty and The Extreme can chase together again!
My first reaction was that it was a hoax - it is fake news (Yeah, we've had enough mention of fake news lately). How many celebrities have been announced as deceased but it was wrong? Unfortunately, this wasn't the case for this particular actor.
I've been a fan of Bill Paxton since I was a kid. Tombstone, Apollo 13, Titanic, just to name a few. But the best movie where I completely fell in love with him was Twister - a cult classic, a movie that still gets watched by everyone and is familiar to most, despite it being over 20 years old. It is a tradition for me to watch it at the beginning of every storm season. This year, it will hold even more meaning to me.
As I sit here and listen to the Twister soundtrack, it makes me nostalgic for the times I have storm chased across Texas....(and Oklahoma and Kansas) And I'll be the first to admit that the movie gave me some inspiration to do it. I grew up on the plains of Texas where the weather is infamous for changing within seconds... from high winds, questionable winters, to mega thunderheads that pop up out of nowhere. It gets me excited just thinking about it. I'd like to thank Bill Paxton and the makers of Twister for heightening my interest in weather (I get that it's a fictional movie that really isn't realistic...) It still is somewhat responsible for giving me spring fever long before it's time to put up the sweaters and coats.
Godspeed, Bill Paxton. Thanks for your years of entertaining us! Dusty and The Extreme can chase together again!
GOING GREEN! GREENAGE!
Blizzard Warning Pre-Order!
Happy (cold) Sunday to you all! While most of the US is battling a massive cold snap that came through this weekend, I'd like to announce that Blizzard Warning: The Damaged Climate Series Book 3 is available for pre-order! Snag it today and it will automatically be delivered to your Kindle on January 16th!
Ryan's predictions of the weather in the Harper Springs area have all been accurate so far - when he realizes they are in for an early winter, everyone must work fast to get the crops harvested and their shelter ready for the arctic air headed their way. Due to the lack of winter clothing and supplies, they can't prepare for the heavy snowfall, high winds, blizzards, and sub-zero temperatures that leave them exposed to hypothermia, frost bite, and common colds that are now turning deadly.
The weather isn't their only problem - an imminent threat from a band of looters circles the perimeter of Harper Springs, halting their plans of rebuilding the small town. Ryan grows leery of people he once trusted and begins to investigate the possibility of a traitor among their group. He secretly follows the suspicious person toward the badlands of New Mexico to gather evidence and prove that his suspicions are justified.
Throughout the constant changing weather, Ryan has asked the same question - why has this happened? Tracking the traitor might get him the answers he needs - or it could reveal a problem so massive that there is no coming back from the damage that has already taken place.
The weather isn't their only problem - an imminent threat from a band of looters circles the perimeter of Harper Springs, halting their plans of rebuilding the small town. Ryan grows leery of people he once trusted and begins to investigate the possibility of a traitor among their group. He secretly follows the suspicious person toward the badlands of New Mexico to gather evidence and prove that his suspicions are justified.
Throughout the constant changing weather, Ryan has asked the same question - why has this happened? Tracking the traitor might get him the answers he needs - or it could reveal a problem so massive that there is no coming back from the damage that has already taken place.
Blizzard Warning Cover Reveal & 1st Chapter!
Happy Saturday, readers! I have two things to show you today. The first is the cover reveal for Blizzard Warning - The Damaged Climate Series Book 3! I might do a few more changes on it, but this is the general idea:
I am working hard to get it finished and am hoping for a January release. Now, the second thing I am showing you is the first chapter of Blizzard Warning. It hasn't gone through ANY edits, so just a warning that it is a very rough draft, but a preview for those who are sticking with the series and are awaiting the third book's release.
Hope you enjoy!
Blizzard Warning Chapter One:
“Does it look like rain?”
Ryan glanced to his right,
shaking his head toward Steve. “No. Just virga showers again.
Nature’s slap in the face.” He stood on the shovel, forcing it
into the parched ground, putting as much weight on the metal as he
could. It only sunk in a few inches before he hit the hard dirt just
beneath the topsoil.
“Virga showers,” Steve
repeated, clicking his tongue. “If only we could figure out a way
to get something up that high to pull that moisture down.”
“It’s next to impossible
but sure would be helpful,” Ryan replied. “How’s the corn look?
We need to make a run down to the river to get some water?”
“It couldn’t hurt to do a
little. It’s growing tall considering that it’s not getting as
much water as it normally requires.”
Ryan grabbed the wheelbarrow
and pushed it through the rows of vegetation that were faring a tad
better than he had anticipated. The cotton, though a very small crop,
was popping out of the ground nicely, and the tomatoes, corn, and
other vegetables were proving strong in the midst of the high
temperatures, wind-burn, and dust storms that had continued to plague
the area. None of the plants had produced blossoms yet, and with
temperatures not getting below the nineties at night, it might be too
hot for them to mature enough to make anything.
Striding down the hill, Ryan
stopped at the bank of the river and cringed at the sight in front of
him. With days without precipitation reaching a record, the water
supply was definitely feeling the strain. He noticed a line where the
water once was, the land above it yellow and brown from drought,
below green from recent moisture. Soon it would transition to the
ugly desert colors. The water still flowed and was deep, though not
near as plentiful as it usually was this time of year. The lake it
flowed into was in decent shape but in some areas stagnant, which
meant a greater chance of catching something they might not be able
to fix.
They filled the two
wheelbarrows with water. Getting them back up to the pasture was
challenging and Ryan tried hard not slosh any off the side. When they
got to the top of the hill, both he and Steve took cupfuls and poured
them down the rows of the corn – the ground sucked up the water
like a sponge that had been sitting under a sink for years.
“Are you still working on an
irrigation system?” Steve asked as he patted some water on his
neck.
Ryan had a good plan for a
drip irrigation system powered by gravity. The hard part was
gathering the materials to get it finished. He needed old piping,
which he could find in wreckage around houses and near the fire
station. He also needed something strong enough to make holes in the
thick metal. If he could come across some PVC pipe that hadn’t been
destroyed, it’d be perfect.
“I’ve got it going but I
need some pipe. I’m going to put holes in the sides and put the
water through, running it downhill. It won’t evaporate as fast as
pouring it directly on the ground and plants. I’m almost done. Just
delayed due to lack of supplies. Chief Rayburn said he might have
some stuff that was salvaged from the firehouse but there’s no
rushing that man. There’s no sense of urgency with him lately.”
Steve didn’t reply and Ryan
followed his gaze toward the mountains, his stomach sinking at the
sight in the distance. It had been several weeks since they had been
bothered by the group of looters and though Ryan knew they weren’t
finished, he hoped he was wrong and they would be gone for good.
“This can’t be happening,”
Steve whispered.
“They’re not going to let
it go. They want revenge for killing one of their men.” Ryan dumped
the rest of the water down the rows of plants. If they left it
sitting, it’d evaporate and be a waste. “Let’s get back to the
shelter. Maybe if they don’t see us, they won’t come. They might
have something else on their mind.” It was wishful thinking but the
only thinking Ryan would allow.
Running back to the cellar,
Ryan motioned for everyone to gather. He noticed Ty and Cecilia
playing on some old fire equipment that a few of the guys had made
into a playground. Cecilia’s eyebrow arched and her shoulders
slumped – she knew exactly what was happening. Picking up Ty, she
joined the small group that had formed at the cellar door. There
weren’t many survivors left but the people there were priceless.
Ryan made note that Chief Rayburn wasn’t there, nor were a few of
the other firefighters.
They had cut down on the
rescue teams going out to find people – it had been months since
the initial tornadoes had come through. Anyone missing was now deemed
a casualty and they could no longer exhaust resources on trying to
find them. Now they turned their focus to salvage missions in hopes
to bring back beneficial supplies to help Harper Springs. Hopefully
they would all make it back before the looters cornered them,
wherever the men might be.
“What is it, Ryan?”
Cecilia scooted close to him. “I know that look. You’re worried
about something.”
“We saw them. The looters.
They’re back in the area.” Ryan took a deep breath to try and
gain composure. The short jog from the pasture felt like he had ran a
marathon, the heat heavy on his shoulders as if he were carrying
another person.
“Are they coming this way?”
Mindy chimed in, her small frame almost covered by people standing in
front of her.
“It’s hard to say. They
were near the mountain range in the west. We didn’t give them a
chance to spot us before we came back here.”
“The fact that they have
taken this long to come back and attack is a mystery,” someone
yelled and Ryan agreed.
“How are we on ammunition?”
Ryan asked Steve.
“With lack of gunpowder, we
are unable to recycle a lot of the shell casings, but we do still
have them gathered up.”
“If we’re running low, the
looters are bound to be running low too. Where would we be able to
find gunpowder?” Ryan thought for a second, glancing out at the
group of people who were waiting for a plan that Ryan didn’t have.
“Didn’t Farmer Johnson keep his gun-making stuff in his cellar?”
He turned to his father, hoping he’d know.
Darryl didn’t answer and
Mindy interrupted. “We don’t have time for that, Ryan. If they’re
on their way, they’ll be here within the hour. What are we gonna
do?”
“Everyone get down in the
cellar. Gather up all of the guns and weapons you have. Even if it’s
not really a weapon but can be used, get it. Don’t come up to
ground-level unless we say. They know this is where we are living but
if enough of us meet them with gunfire, they might think twice.” He
opened the door and everyone went down inside. When had he become the
leader? Chief Rayburn had seemed to step into that void, but he was
missing in action.
Cecilia stopped at the edge of
the stairs, clutching Ty close to her chest. “Where are you going?
You’re not coming down there with us?”
“No. I need to go scout. I
need to make sure they’re coming this way before we completely
panic.”
“Didn’t we agree that we
aren’t going to split up anymore?” She didn’t even attempt to
prevent Ty from hearing. The child’s expression was blank – he
was becoming numb to their new way of life. That was both good and
bad.
“We did but there’s no one
else around to do this.” Ryan didn’t have time to argue. It was
apparent by her creased brow and hard set glare that her patience was
gone. He couldn’t fault her for that. This was no way to live.
“Just make sure that while
you’re off playing hero for everyone that you don’t forget that
you have a son who needs his father. I’m not sure what you’re
trying to prove but your luck will eventually run out, Ryan.” She
took her mom’s arm and guided her down the stairs.
Her words stung and Ryan
ducked his head. She didn’t mean it. Emotions were running high and
he couldn’t take it to heart. He watched her go down the stairs
until he couldn’t see her anymore. Darryl was next to go in and he
clapped his hand against Ryan’s shoulder, shaking his head. He
didn’t have to say anything – he spoke so much with just his body
language. Everyone was tired, hungry, and ready for this to be over.
“I won’t be gone long,
Dad,” Ryan said. “I hope she doesn’t stay mad at me for this.”
“She won’t. Get going.
I’ll make sure she understands.”
Ryan hugged him and jogged to
where they were keeping the horses. They had made corrals out of rope
to keep the animals from running off. With the shifts in weather it
was nothing short of a miracle that the horses hadn’t been lost in
the middle of it all.
Steve was behind him and they
rode north. There was an open valley where they could hide low to
watch and hopefully not be spotted. The sweat fell down Ryan’s
face, stinging his eyes. When he licked his lips, he could taste the
salt on his skin. The sun beat down on them, baking them as they rode
across the thirsty land.
Ryan’s mind raced with
everything – Cecilia was frustrated. He tried to have empathy for
her. How would he feel if it was her going off in every direction
with no way of checking in on her safety? He would be less than
amused at it so he couldn’t fault her for acting the way she was.
But he also couldn’t just sit around when there was imminent danger
all around them.
Steve waved toward him,
pointing to the area where they planned to hide to spy on the group
of misfits. There was an uprooted tree that was still big enough to
tie the horses to. Crouching, Ryan squinted as he watched the group
of looters on the horizon. It was the perfect location to spy but he
still feared they could see them. With so many trees ripped up or
dying from the drought, the view wasn’t hindered by them, making
the visibility miles ahead.
“Well, they’re not moving
anymore. Which doesn’t mean anything.” Ryan observed, lying flat
on his stomach, shielding his eyes. “They could just be resting
their horses or setting up camp for the night. Or they could be
playing mind games with us. They’re not stupid. They know we’re
watching.”
“Do you want to stay here
all night to watch?”
“I can’t do that. Cecilia
would send out a search party and kill me herself if I did.”
“Yeah, Mindy would probably
do the same thing to me,” Steve replied, sipping from a canteen
that he offered to Ryan.
Taking it, he gulped it, the
cool water refreshing. “That’s getting serious, huh?” Ryan
wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and gave the canteen back
to Steve.
“As serious as it could be
considering the pile of shit we’re in right now. Not exactly under
conditions where I can romanticize with a lady.”
Ryan kept his eyes on the
looters but the small talk was refreshing, like they weren’t
scouting out a possible threat to their lives. Like he and Steve were
just out on a camping trip for the weekend.
“Well, we do need to
replenish the population.” Ryan winked and arched his eyebrow,
laughing. It felt good. It was an emotion he hadn’t felt in a long
time.
“I should kick your ass for
that, Ryan.”
Steve’s cheeks reddened and
Ryan left it alone after that. He didn’t want to let his guard down
and he had done his job of embarrassing the man. His mind quickly
switched back to the current situation – two men in the group were
on horses, both angled down the hill. Ryan was having a hard time
seeing everything but they were riding away, a cloud of dust
billowing up behind the horses, which meant they were traveling fast.
Propping himself up on his
elbows, Ryan sat up and checked the revolver in his pocket. It was
just a six shooter. Along with the large Bowie knife he was carrying,
those were the only two decent weapons he had on him.
“Steve, you happen to grab
anything that might help us back at base camp?”
He slid a nine-milimeter
handgun from the homemade holster on his hip. “Magazine is full –
sixteen shots ready to go.”
“Good. We’re gonna need
them. Two men are on the move and I want to follow them, see where
they’re going.”
Saddling up, they made a wide
circle around the valley. They had to take the long way to avoid
being spotted by the rest of the looters. It was tricky, keeping the
two riders in their sights and steer clear of the large group. It
would be convenient to have eyes in the backs of their heads. As
conspicuous as Ryan felt they were being, it was probably not as
incognito as he was hoping it’d be. He had to think about the
chance that they would trap them. After all, he was involved in
killing one of their head men, two if he wanted to get technical and
consider Doug’s brother as an important member of their gang.
Ryan slowed his horse when he
realized they had turned south. Harper Springs was east of their
location. Holding his hand up, he halted Steve’s horse and the dust
around them settled.
“Something tells me we
shouldn’t follow them just yet. They’re going away from town. The
main band of them are staying west up near the mountains. And it’s
getting dark. I don’t want to get cornered and I sure as hell don’t
want to stay out here after the sun goes down. We didn’t bring any
lanterns or flashlights. We could stumble right up on them and then
what?”
“I agree.”
“We’ll just have to set up
watch like we’ve been doing. Everyone should be back for the
evening and we can all run short shifts so we can get some rest.”
Ryan checked all four
directions one last time to make sure. Everything was quiet –
almost too quiet, and the hair on the back of his neck stood up. They
were vulnerable and not prepared. Directing the horse east, they
trotted back to town. There was no doubt in his mind that they had
been spotted, which might not be such a bad thing. He wanted them to
know he was watching, that they wouldn’t catch them off guard, and
that they were preparing for whatever might come. He could at least
fake it, even if they were in no way ready for an all out battle.
Cecilia met him at the top of
the stairs, her eyes red and swollen. If she attempted to hide the
fact that she had been crying, she wasn’t doing a good job.
Reaching out, Ryan caressed her hand and to his surprise, she allowed
it.
“I figured I was the last
person you’d want to talk to right now,” Ryan said, following her
down the stairs to their far corner in the back of the cellar.
Lanterns lit up the darkness and even their surplus of propane and
lamp oil was running low. Soon, if they were down in the shelter,
it’d be complete darkness, used only to sleep in. They’d have to
find other ways above ground to shower and cook, and an area for
medical to be able to perform surgeries and well-checks.
Cecilia sat on the edge of her
cot, the springs squeaking from her weight. Glancing over at Ty, she
pulled up the blanket around him and heaved a deep sigh.
“Ryan, I’m sorry I blew up
earlier. You didn’t deserve that.”
“I kinda did, Cecilia.”
“No, you’re doing what you
need to do. I trust you. I lost my father. I don’t want to lose you
too.”
Sitting beside her on the cot,
Ryan pulled her in for a side hug, resting his chin on the top of her
head. By the way her body quivered, he could tell she was crying, and
when she buried her face in his chest, he felt the warmth of her
tears soak through the thin fabric of his t-shirt. How could this be
their reality now? It was the twenty-first century and they were
having to live like cavemen.
“I’m sorry if I keep
making you worry. I just… I can’t sit around and wait for them to
attack. I have to make sure we’re protected.”
She looked up and wiped the
tears from her cheeks. “I know. Which is why I’m apologizing.
It’s who you are and it’s why I love you. You’ve always taken
care of us. I can’t expect you to not do it now.” Adjusting her
weight, she turned to face him, intertwining her fingers in his.
“What did y’all see? Are they coming?”
“I don’t know,” Ryan
replied. On the cot beside Ty, Cecilia’s mother was sound asleep.
It was good to see her getting rest. For the first few nights back in
Harper Springs, she cried all the time and hardly said anything.
“You don’t know?”
Cecilia cocked her head to the side.
“A couple of guys split off
from the group. Went south. It could be a diversion. They could be
scoping out another place to loot. Hell, I don’t know. But we have
to keep a watch on them. They know what we have. They know what they
can come rip from us.” He rubbed his eyes and they burned under his
lids. What he’d give for a hot shower, a cold beer, and a complete
night’s rest. Those things would probably never happen again.
“Do they outnumber us?”
“Hard to say. I think we
have more if you include the women and children. We just have to stay
together.”
“What’s the plan right
now?”
Ryan leaned back against the
dirt wall, his body sinking into it. If he could get his mind to shut
down for two seconds, he’d be asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.
“Steve is taking first
watch. We’ll just have someone up there keeping an eye on things.
Not sure how beneficial it’ll be, considering they can attack from
any direction they want. It’s about the only thing we can do at the
moment. I guess it’s for peace of mind.”
“Right. It’s basically out
of your hands, so how about you lay back and get some sleep? I’m
sure if something goes down, you won’t sleep through it anyway.”
Ryan didn’t refute her idea
and slid in behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. It was
the only time they got to be alone and he nuzzled her neck, kissing a
trail up to her hair. As predicted, his physical exhaustion trumped
his mental worry and he dozed off into a deep sleep.
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First of all, in case you missed it - Drought Warning - The Damaged Climate Series Book 2 has made its official release! Snag it now for $3.99 or free if you use Kindle Unlimited!
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I have been working diligently on Blizzard Warning (Book 3) and am hoping for an early 2017 release. That is a rough estimate but if I keep at it, I think I can do it.
Also, the second BIG announcement -
Beckoning Souls - The Gifted Curse Series Book 1 is on sale FOR 99 CENTS through October for Halloween! If you haven't snagged this book yet, get it now! Wayward Souls - The Gifted Curse Series Book 2 is also available!
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I have been working diligently on Blizzard Warning (Book 3) and am hoping for an early 2017 release. That is a rough estimate but if I keep at it, I think I can do it.
Also, the second BIG announcement -
Beckoning Souls - The Gifted Curse Series Book 1 is on sale FOR 99 CENTS through October for Halloween! If you haven't snagged this book yet, get it now! Wayward Souls - The Gifted Curse Series Book 2 is also available!
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Spread the word and help me get these books exposed! Have a wonderful weekend!
J.R.
It's Go Time, Folks!
Happy Tuesday! It's the last day of my long weekend and most importantly, the official release date of DROUGHT WARNING - THE DAMAGED CLIMATE SERIES BOOK 2! It's what we've all been waiting for, and it's here!
If you pre-ordered the book, it should be auto-synced to your Kindle today! If you read through Kindle Unlimited, you can now grab it for free and start reading! I appreciate all of you readers out there and I hope that you enjoy book 2 as much as you have enjoyed book 1! As always, please leave feedback - it helps me grow as a writer and it helps expose these books! Have a wonderful day!
Book Description:
Ryan Gibson has been reunited with his wife and son. Those lucky enough to have survived the tornadoes have made an old church cellar into a temporary refuge. The storms have tapered off, the temperatures are climbing, and the shift in the weather pattern is cause for concern. Everyone is wondering what Mother Nature has in store for them next. The unpredictable climate has everyone looking to the sky, all fearing that if they step away from the safe haven they have created, it will be an automatic death sentence.
Their ultimate goal is to rebuild Harper Springs, but Ryan wonders how they are going to achieve their plans – with no precipitation falling and record-breaking heat, his worries are focused on the dwindling water supply and opportunity to grow crops. The surplus of non-perishable foods won’t last forever, pushing a sense of urgency to get the rebuilding going.
With Cecilia’s parents still missing, Ryan sets off on a mission to get all of the family back together for good. Leaving Steve back in Harper Springs, he feels confident his new friend will take care of business as he and his father head toward Fox Lake.
They learn that tornadoes aren’t the worst thing they can encounter – blazing wildfires, massive dirt walls, and dangerous thieves and looters threaten their survival. They get their first real look at how widespread the turmoil is, revealing a post-apocalyptic wasteland they may never be able to come back from.
Their ultimate goal is to rebuild Harper Springs, but Ryan wonders how they are going to achieve their plans – with no precipitation falling and record-breaking heat, his worries are focused on the dwindling water supply and opportunity to grow crops. The surplus of non-perishable foods won’t last forever, pushing a sense of urgency to get the rebuilding going.
With Cecilia’s parents still missing, Ryan sets off on a mission to get all of the family back together for good. Leaving Steve back in Harper Springs, he feels confident his new friend will take care of business as he and his father head toward Fox Lake.
They learn that tornadoes aren’t the worst thing they can encounter – blazing wildfires, massive dirt walls, and dangerous thieves and looters threaten their survival. They get their first real look at how widespread the turmoil is, revealing a post-apocalyptic wasteland they may never be able to come back from.
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