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Retrieve

 

 photo Book One_Symbol Romance Internet Use - Copy 2_zpsdsriyagk.jpgYA action adventure

Date Published: 26 December 2018
Publisher: Double Edged Sword Publishing
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What if the job you took to stay alive might be what kills you?
Kade knows what it is to suffer. He knows what it’s like to lose everything and everyone around him.
His job in a Stormer Unit guarantees not just his survival in the decimated country of Azetaria, but his sister Meg’s. Even if it means facing the Numachi warriors baying for his blood, he’ll do what it takes to keep her safe.
Hadley is alone and surviving the only way she knows how. By hiding where predators won’t find her and scavenging enough just to keep her alive.
When desperation drives Hadley to search for her missing brother, she mistakenly accepts the offer of recruitment into the Stormer’s camp, only to be partnered with Kade and sent as a scout into Numachi territory.
The intimidating young Stormer may just know where her brother has gone. But can they stay alive long enough to find him?

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Excerpt
Kade’s footsteps were heavy as he approached and stared down at her. “This isn’t going to work. You need to be wearing something lighter, or we’ll never make it to Lazen.”
Hadley tried for a weak shrug but could barely muster the energy. “What do you suggest?”
Kade raised an eyebrow, and a deep frown appeared on his face as he considered her.  He continued to stare at her as she sat, legs sprawled out on the ground. “The best I can come up with is cutting your clothing.”
His eyes narrowed as he searched the length of her. A bolt of alarm jostled her into thinking. “How much are you cutting off?”
Kade dipped his chin, his voice low as he spoke. “Enough, so you don’t keep fainting, enough, so you still pass for a boy.”
He reached for a knife and wore the slightest of smiles as he unsheathed it. “Let’s hope you have hairy legs then eh?”
Hadley’s lips split into a smile before she remembered she was annoyed with him for being so smug.
About the Author

 photo New profile photo airbrushed_zps4dxl9bcx.jpgSarah Addison-Fox is a New Zealand-born misfit who writes action-packed fantasy with a smattering of punch-ups, mega amounts of romance and a dash of family values. She has an astonishing amount of nail polish, has all her creative writing credentials shoved in a drawer somewhere, and has a husband who, after 28 years, can still make her blush. When she’s not working on her multiple YA fantasy romance series’ she can be found binge watching Mission Impossible movies, drinking lager and eating curry.

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Blood Moon Fever

Blood Moon Fever

By Connal Bain

Genre: Horror, thriller, crime

Crime … Corruption … Werewolves. Just another day in LA.

David Goodwin isn’t having a good month. Sent on a manhunt after escaped felon ‘Hard Time Jake’ Griffon, he finds he has bitten off more than he can chew as he moves from the wooded Northern California wilderness to the mean streets of LA in pursuit of a man who has become something beyond human.

During Griffon’s bloody prison break, something happened in the woods of the Modoc Forest. Something inhuman. Something evil. Something terrifying.

Now, as the full moon prepares to rise over the City of Angels, Goodwin must piece together elements of a puzzle involving a fugitive on the run, a crooked lawyer, a violent drug cartel, and a string of bloody corpses left in the wake of an ancient terror now awake and hungry for fresh carnage.

Combining the hard-boiled realism of Jim Thompson with the gritty horror of Jack Ketchum and Clive Barker, Bain introduces a new brand of horror noir.

Savagely dark and wildly inventive, Blood Moon Fever introduces a powerful new voice to horror and crime fiction.

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About the Author

Connal Bain is a freelance writer and novelist living a peripatetic life in the Western United States. He has worked as a journalist, long-haul truck driver, short-order cook, labor organizer, and bookstore clerk, among other odds and ends.  Traveling from job to job around the great American West has provided him the opportunity to spend much of his free time writing, often gathering story and character ideas from his experiences on the road.

An avid reader from an early age, he became a horror and mystery enthusiast upon discovering a treasure trove of paperback originals in his parents’ basement in junior high school, beginning with John D. MacDonald and Manley Wade Wellman and working up through King, Herbert, and the late great Jim Thompson.

His fascination with all things dark and creepy grew as he expanded his tastes to the classics and the pulps, always finding pleasure in the genre at hand.  This brought him a great respect for the printed word, regardless of the merits of canonical “literary” value.  Always in search of a tale well-told, he began writing his own detective and supernatural horror stories in high school, and has been writing ever since.

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My Review

4 Stars

Jake Griffon is an inmate at the Redwood State Penitentiary in Northern California. One day he is visited by Rachel Lewis, an attorney that says she can help him. But he quickly learns that she is going to help him escape. But once outside he decides to do his own thing and things quickly go south, especially when he meets a stranger in the forest. But when he gets to LA things go from bad to worse when a lot of people are not going to just let him get away.

David Goodwin is sent to catch Jake. But this is not just a simple jail break with drug dealers and the cartels. This also involves the world of werewolves and the like. It’s going to be up to David to figure out what is going on and try to catch or stop Jake before he causes lots of problem in LA.

This is a great story. It starts out like a normal thriller. Bad guy is helped to get out of prison as long as he agrees to do the bidding of even bigger bad guys. Then turns against them and all hell breaks loose. But then it takes a supernatural twist that just amps up the action until you are rushing to get to the end of the book to see how the story ends.

This is great read, one to definitely check out. It’s the first book I have read from Connal Bain but it won’t be my last.

I received a complimentary copy of this book. I voluntarily chose to read and post an honest review.

Excerpt

Water ran down the bathroom sink drain, stained red and then pink before finally running clear. Griffon splashed water on his face, clearing away spots of blood and bits of flesh and hair. He ran handfuls of water over his hair, slicking it back with his fingers before looking into the mirror over the sink. He turned his head from left to right, mesmerized by the return of normalcy to his features, then wiped the sink clean with his hands before turning off the water.

He grabbed a towel off the bar mounted to the wall and glanced at the slip of paper resting on the toilet tank. A Home Depot invoice with a photocopy of a returned check attached. He studied the name and address on the check copy while he dried his hands.

“Well, pleased to meet you, Mr. Hollister,” he chuckled, crumpling the papers and burying them beneath a pile of used tissues in the trash next to the toilet.

He froze, listening intently. Moving silently out of the bathroom, he slunk to the living room and stood still, listening. A light breeze blew in through the open windows, stirring the mesh curtains.  He turned to the front door and dropped into a crouch.  For a moment, the only sound came from the radio in the kitchen. Suddenly, the door crashed open, swinging from broken hinges. Tear gas canisters crashed through the window screens, filling the room with a haze of chemical smoke. Black-clad SWAT team members burst through the door frame in respirators and full body armor.  Beams of light crisscrossed the room from flashlights clipped under the barrels of their assault rifles.

Griffon whirled as the back door shattered and more SWAT officers swarmed in. Smoke rapidly filled the room.

“On the ground! On the ground now! Hands behind your head. Do it now!”

Griffin let his face go slack and complied.  One officer stood over him, the barrel of his M4 aimed at his head while another landed with one knee on his back and cuffed his wrists behind his back.

“We clear?” said the man aiming at Griffon.

“We’re clear,” said a voice from the kitchen. “Sir, you’d better come back here.”

The team leader stepped away from Griffon’s prone form, another officer immediately stepping into his place. He crossed to the kitchen where a group of officers were huddled, staring at something partially hidden by the door.

The walls and counters were bathed in streaks of blood and gore, running in the crazy patterns of a psychotic abstract painter.  Behind the island counter, a pair of nylon-clad legs protruded, ending in bloody knobs where they had been torn off at the knees. White bone and cartilage glistened under the florescent lights.

To call the room an abattoir would be an insult to abattoirs. Bits of flesh and muscle lay scattered across the floor and a slimy blood trail led around the corner to the side.

“Where’s the rest of her?”

“Something over here,” said another officer in a shaky voice, pointing at the sink.

The team leader walked to the sink, sidestepping the pools of blood on the floor.  He peered inside, ignoring the gagging sounds from the other men in the room. In the sink lay an eyeball, a gangly network of nerves still attached. The blue iris stared back at him, the whites shot through with a spiderwebbing of thin red lines.

“What the fuck did he do to her? Check the knives, power tools. Everything. Anything. There’s still a lot of body missing.”

“Sir,” said an officer standing at the edge of the blood trail at the opposite end of the kitchen. He vomited into an empty evidence bag and stepped back. The team leader edged the crime scene and peered around the corner.

“Aw, Jesus…”

I would like to thank Sage Adderley Knox for the opportunity to read and share this book.

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