Need more zombies, solar flares, planetary disasters or bleak landscapes in your life? I’m here for you. This week Crippled Hope, book four of my Jagged Scars Series, is part of a Post-Apocalyptic Sci-Fi giveaway.
Check it out here:
If you look closely, my book is near the bottom right. On the top row, there is another cover that has used the same photo of a girl that mine has. I was like, “Hey, how did Wendy get into their book?”
Made me laugh. It happens a lot, but his is my first.
On another front:
I’m working on a novella about Jeff and Dillon before they have their falling out, try to kill one another and Jeff ends up in Shelter.
If you don’t know who I’m talking about, check out my Jagged Scars Series. Hey, there’s a giveaway right above this for Crippled Hope, book four!
I thought I would give you a tiny, tiny teaser. Mostly because I’m mean. Enjoy.
The tall, yellow and green grass waved in one continuous motion as the wind slowly made its way across the rolling hills. Sunlight caught the crest of the waves, highlighting the edges of rocky crags and drop offs. Jeff squinted and watched the horizon for signs of Skinnies. Or anyone else.
“Hand me the wrench,” Dillon growled from beneath the grounded hover bike.
Jeff moved to Dillon’s weathered pack, carefully pulled the reluctant zipper apart and retrieved the wrench from the front pocket. He slapped the tool into his brother’s outstretched hand and went back to his vigil.
The muttering coming from under the bike told Jeff that they weren’t going anywhere for a while. And it had managed to pick the most exposed spot on the road for twenty miles to break down.
Jeff turned in a circle, watching. Waiting.
“Anything out there?” Dillon asked.
“Not yet.” Jeff eyed a nearby hill. “I’m going to go look around.”
“Don’t sprain an ankle this time.”