Tuesday, 25 October 2016

REVIEW BY MERISSA - Alien Rule (Clans of Kalquor #2) by Tracy St. John

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Science Fiction, Romance, Multi-Partners, Adult


The mighty Kalquorian Empire trembles on the verge of extinction. After watching a virus decimate their female population, Kalquor is desperate to find a way to survive.
Marked for execution, Jessica McInness knows joining the enemy is her only hope for survival. When Kalquor’s crown princes arrive to rescue her, she discovers the three alien men aren’t quite what she hoped for in lifelong mates. Arrogant and brutish, the royal clan infuriate her—and awaken passions no other men have.
The Kalquorians are determined to seduce the temperamental woman who inflames their lusts. They relentlessly pursue the hesitant Earther, resorting to forceful means to claim her as their mate. But love comes at a high price when the princes’ choice of a princess incites a rebellion on Kalquor and endangers Jessica’s life.

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4 out of 5 (very good)

Alien Rule is the second book in the Clans of Kalquor series, and it would certainly help if you have read the first book, as Jessica is the nurse mentioned at the end of book 1. 

Jessica is on Plasius after the warship she was on was held in stasis after the abduction (and subsequent rescue) of Amelia. She wants to find a clan of Kalquor to mate with, rather than return to Earth. With a friend, she dances for the clans, and is annoyed when one clan doesn't seem bothered, and even laughs at her. One thing leads to another, and she gets her first taste of Kalquoran loving!

I enjoyed this book more than the first, although I still enjoyed that one. There is more storyline to this one, although there is still plenty of sex! All of the characters are well-rounded and developed. This story also has more twists, turns, and implications, than the first book. Probably because we are dealing with crown princes!

Well written, with no editing or grammatical errors to disrupt the reading flow that I saw, this is a book to enjoy. 

I will just add one thing - there is no rape in this book. Jessica likes a bit of 'force' with her loving, but it is consensual. If you don't like the idea of this, then this book is not for you.

A copy of this book was provided to me with no requirements for a review. I voluntarily read this book and my comments here are my honest opinion. *

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Born in a small town on the coast of North Carolina to strict parents, Tracy St. John started out as a quiet, shy child. She was typical for her small town: studying hard for good grades, fishing with her dad on Saturdays and attending church on Sundays.

When adolescence kicked in, so did full-on rebellion. School, family and church fell by the wayside as Tracy partied too hard with the wrong people. Somehow surviving her wild-child phase, she pursued several careers before finally settling on video production and writing.

A string of failed relationships prompted her to give up on love…which of course meant fate immediately tossed Mr. Right her way. After only 4 months of dating, she eloped with the love of her life. They just celebrated 14 years of wedded bliss.

Prior to penning her first erotic novel ‘Alien Embrace’, Tracy wrote commercials, television and radio promos, and training films for various government entities.

Tracy St. John now lives in coastal Georgia with her husband and son. She still enjoys fishing, and you’ll often find her haunting train museums with her locomotive-loving son. Besides writing, she also works in video production both in front of and behind the camera. She’s usually cast as the gun-toting bad gal, getting handcuffed in the end. She has no complaints. 

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REVIEW BY MERISSA - The Onyx Dragon (Shapeshifter Dragon Legends #2) by Marc Secchia

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Coming of Age, Fantasy


The battle is won, but the war has just begun. Evil stalks the Island-World as the Marshal of Herimor and his Dragon-slaying hordes put nation after nation to the sword. The haunting cry of the Nurguz summons all Dragonkind to their doom. None can resist.

But Marshal Re’akka and his all-conquering Dragon Assassins are not the only trouble on the horizon. For there is a new Dragoness finding her wings, and she will stop at nothing to protect her loved ones. She is Pip the Pygmy Dragon, jungle-born, survivor of seven years in a zoo. She dreamed of being Human. She is more. Much more.

Now, Dragon wings darken the dawn. Diminutive. Sassy. Full of fire and great heart. As Pip and her friends chart a perilous path in search of the secrets of her heritage, they will find a power of old reborn in the smallest of Dragons. 

One will stand against evil.

She is Onyx, mighty of paw and deed. She is the laughter of starlight, and she will never allow evil to prevail. Let Dragons thunder! Let the battle commence!

Series Note
The Onyx Dragon is the sequel to The Pygmy Dragon and is set in the same world as my epic Dragon adventures Dragonfriend, Dragonlove, Aranya, Shadow Dragon and Dragon Thief. I recommend reading Aranya and Shadow Dragon (the Shapeshifter Dragons series) after this if you haven't already. By the end of The Onyx Dragon, you'll know why.

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5 out of 5 (exceptional)

This book was outstanding as far as I am concerned! I thoroughly enjoyed book 1, The Pygmy Dragon, and one-clicked this one as soon as I had finished. The story continues to entice and enthral, as Pip goes against Marshall (the big bad) in an attempt to save dragonkind. There is a lot of action in here, so be prepared. New characters are introduced, we re-meet old favourites, and the storyline continues to excel.

Exceptionally well written, with no 'slumps' for me, there were also no editing or grammatical errors that I noticed. Exciting and full of action, this was a wonderful story - with double crossing, intrigue, torture - you name it!

One thing I will say, well two things really. First of all, if you're like me, then you will probably need a kleenex or two with you whilst you read this. And secondly, be prepared for an ending that will take your breath away.

The Onyx Dragon is the second (and final) book of the Shapeshifter Dragon Legends series, but the story doesn't finish here - just in case you were worried. You can continue the story with Aranya, like I intend to as once again, I've succumbed to one-click madness! I am not prepared to leave this story just yet, and that is not something I say lightly! Most definitely recommended by me. 

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Marc is the bestselling author of 17 fantasy novels, including 7 rip-roaring dragon fantasy adventures. He's also the author of a bestselling African historical fantasy series set in ancient Ethiopia. All of these books are available on Kindle Unlimited, so come along and try them out.

Look out for The Horse Dreamer, my latest release! An equine-themed fantasy with wild adventure, crystal dragons and a unique world of equinoctial storms.

Current projects: Dragonsoul, Book 3 in the Dragonfriend series, and forthcoming Chinese and Italian translations of several of my books. Shioni of Sheba is being produced as an audiobook, as is Shadow Dragon.

Marc was born Cape Town but now lives and works in Ethiopia with his wife and 4 children, 2 dogs, and a variable number of marabou storks that roost on the acacia trees out back. On a good night there are also hyenas prowling along the back fence.

When he’s not writing about Africa or dreaming about dragons flying across the moon, Marc can be found travelling to remote locations. He thinks there’s nothing better than standing on a mountaintop wondering what lies over the next horizon.

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RELEASE BLITZ: Replica by Regina Bartley

Blurb: Imagine looking in the mirror and seeing someone else’s face. Imagine what it would be like if that face shared every birthday, every secret, and every memory with you.
England Murphy lost her twin sister Elise in a car accident just weeks after their high school graduation. Elise was her best friend, and without her she felt broken and alone. It was almost more than her heart could endure. 
The only way to mend a broken soul is to find its true mate, but England wasn’t searching for love. She was searching for absolution. 
But love found her first.
(Recommended for ages 18+ due to graphic language and sexual subject matter)

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Regina is a contemporary romance writer from Kentucky. She lives there with her husband, kids, dog and cat. She can be found behind her computer, a good book, or watching sports. She loves to hear from her readers.

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RELEASE PROMO, EXCERPT, REVIEW, & #GIVEAWAY - Dirty Love by Kimberly Blalock

Title: Dirty Love
Author: Kimberly Blalock
Genre: Contemporary Romance   
 Release Date: October 25, 2016


In the light of darkness is an undeniable need to run, disappear, slither away only barely scraping by with hope that maybe just maybe, there's a way of escape.
My name is Oliva Basari. I escaped one hell only to be trapped inside another, darkness and fear seething through my veins and invading my every thought.
A new city, a new job, a new persona and then.... I fell in lust, I fell in love…hell, I just fell.
From the darkness my alter ego became real, I was Tess, the stirring of someone or something else burning in my gut until she was all there was.
I didn't fear what would happen if remorse knocked on my door nor did I fear the lustful way I stalked them, preyed upon them—the ones that couldn't have me, the ones who wished they could taste me—I was their darkness until I met one very tall, dark, and forbiddingly handsome Mr. Black. He hated me watching with darkness in his tormented eyes. He scared me, intimidated me, and left me questioning my own sanity.

Until he didn't.

He was the one thing I let myself submit too, his touch, the way he slid his knuckles across my flesh, igniting a dangerous spark inside of me.
In the end, we're all captured souls waiting for release or the escape from our own maniacal thoughts.
In the end, we are all prisoners of the flesh.

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4/5 (Very Good)

This was a hard one for me to read and honestly harder for me to write the review. At the end, I was almost as confused as I was at the beginning, just about different things. It’s a story of a forbidden love almost and portrays a sweet type of romance that all women dream to have. As you read the story, it’s almost like each character starts with an array of masks and each page you read you peel a different mask off each character.

The author definitely did a great job at keeping you guessing the more you read the story.  I don’t know how many times I murmured to myself how confused I was followed by an audible ahh when something clicked and made sense. This is an ongoing thing from start to finish. Just as something clicks, there is a new confusion. There were a couple of instances that I didn’t get that ahh moment and was left confused at the end and this is the only reason it got 4 stars; it left me confused and not quite getting all the detail I craved.

Boy am I glad that author is making this a standalone book because as well as the author drags your heart through the mud with feelings and emotions, she could have easily tied it up just out of reach at the end of the book waiting for the next.  True to form for this author though, she packs a punch at the end of the story, leaving you gasping for breath.

There were so many things about this story that I enjoyed and that really got me engrossed into the story line. There was a thing or two that just held me back from jumping all in though and kind of left me second guessing the story. It’s a good read and one I am glad I read, and I would recommend it if you like psychological thrillers/romance.

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She slept with blankets slipping from her taut body. I inhaled deeply as my dick ached to be inside of her tight pussy. I didn’t actually know what her pussy felt like… Was it soft, delectable, electric, and glorious? I imagined all of those possibilities and intended on finding out soon, but I wasn’t ready yet. I needed her to come to me. To beg me for it before I could give her everything that I couldn’t stop thinking about.

I slid my hand inside of my nightstand drawer retrieving the lube I’d used on the woman the night before. They were covetous, egocentric, and contemptuous. Nothing that interested me. It rather disinterested me, actually. Olivia was the exact opposite of those women, a contradiction of everything they stood for.

I unbuttoned my jeans and sagged against the chair that had the best view of her bed. Of course, I’d arranged it that way. Her ass was so fucking perfectly round, tight, and juicy. Nothing could possibly be as good as that ass. I was sure of it, and I intended on finding out soon enough.

I pulled my pants down to lay across my thick thighs and untucked my cock from my briefs. The slippery lube slid out of the bottle and melted against my heated hand. Her body shifted slowly as my hand dipped against my flesh. I stilled, waiting to see if she’d wake up this time. She’d been on edge lately, not sleeping well. It’d been pretty fucking obvious she’d been having a difficult time with something. I shrugged off the thought. I’d wanted to fix whatever was wrong, comfort her, fuck her until her problems were mere memories from a past before me or very thin memories that popped like bubbles do in the sunlight. But I’d remain a circumspect observer, for now.

Her body turned just as my hand landed on my hot, thick, pulsing cock. I squeezed, gripping the skin down my shaft… hard. A deep-seated moan reverberated from my throat. It felt so fucking relishable… gratifying. My cock jerked from the sensations it was experiencing. Her tits bounced into position… the position of foreplay among lovers. Nipples hard and round, perky and wanting, waiting for my tongue to flick across the hardened flesh in heated arousal. She adjusted from her stomach to her back, completing her task in search of comfort. Ironic really, that here at this moment she’d seemed extroverted, willing to be free when in reality she was demure. Well, unless she was dancing, but that was only a few hours a night. And I wouldn’t allow myself that opening to taste her flesh. Not yet.

“Ah fuck!” I moaned, the sound feral. I lived alone, and no one could hear me and fuck it if they could, I didn’t care.

My strokes became tight, stroking the entire length of my cock. Cum slipped out of the head as I smothered the silkiness of my arousal across the thin, sensitive flesh. I jacked off to her perfect fucking body.

Her hand crossed her chest, and I imagined she was touching herself there while I licked her pussy, sweeping my tongue against the nub bringing her to ecstasy.

I’d dreamt about that for a long fucking time. One year to be exact. She’d moved into the apartment across from mine with her friend. Her boyfriend moved in just a few months later. Fucking asshole is never there, and he fucks like he doesn’t know what he’s doing. Probably doesn’t, to be honest. Little prick has a small ass cock, too. If he came even a tiny bit close to getting her off, I’d rock her fucking world. When I finally take her in every way imaginable, I will do just that.

My strokes became shorter, tighter, faster as I watched her tight body. I imagined her full lips wrapped around my cock sucking hard, harder. Her tongue would flick across the head lapping up my cum into her hot mouth; she’d smile as she squeezed me roughly, begging for more of me to seep into her mouth. She’d suck me the hardest I’d ever been sucked.

“Oh fuck!” Cum shot from the head of my dick. “Fucking shit, Olivia!” I yelled her name as I pulsed against my palm.

Just as I cleaned myself, her jackoff boyfriend arrived stripping his clothes off as he snuck into bed like a predator, opening his mouth ready to take her. My fists slammed into the wall next to the window. It left a large, round hole that I’d deal with later.

My mind raced. I wanted to go over to her apartment and rip him out of her bed. I wanted to kill him. If he didn’t get a fucking clue, I was going to do just that. And soon!

I got plenty of pussy. Shit, where I worked, it was thrown at my cock in groves, but I wanted Olivia Basari. Only Olivia. When I fucked someone, she was the only face I saw. Her sweet lips sucking me off until I came in her sweet fuckable mouth.

Convenient for me, I’d get to see that face and body every day and night. She was a dancer at Epic, the strip club I owned. She worked for me, but it wasn’t enough. I want to own every inch of her. I’ve kept my thoughts to myself. No one knew how I felt, and they sure as fuck didn’t know the malevolent thoughts that infiltrated my mind. Funny really, infiltrate makes it sound as though I didn’t want the thoughts there. As though I’d set up a road block of sorts keeping them away, but in fact, I’d caressed every single one of them. I lured them in with the tips of my fingers promising jewels of satisfaction.

I watched her from the two-way window in my office while she danced for the scum of the city. I pretended that she was dancing exclusively for me. I fucked while I watched her from that window. The girls didn’t have a clue what I was doing when I had them bent over gripping their flesh into my hands. All they wanted was the orgasm they’d get whether I tried to give it or not. Sometimes I did. I loved pussy. It was only Olivia’s I was thinking of when I sucked on their clits, however. Slipping my fingers inside their wet, dripping, pulsating pussies brought cry after cry from their dirty mouths.

I stripped my clothes and showered. I’d see her at work in an hour. I couldn’t watch that fucker touch her any longer.

She was mine.

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Kimberly is an International Bestselling author and has been writing since she was a young girl growing up in Kansas City, Mo. Reading and writing have always been a big part of her life. She enjoys the world she can get lost in while reading a good book. A wife and mother to four beautiful children she decided she wasn’t busy enough. She spent some time chasing down fugitives as a bounty hunter then laid down her handcuffs and finished her college degree in nursing.

Kimberly loves discovering new music to jam out to and loves anything that’s different. Her many interests include Google, you heard it! Google. If you need to know any unusual or interesting fact she has searched it and can recite it. Her motto is: Why be the same as everyone else when you can stand out?

When Kimberly isn’t writing she is playing superhero for her children.

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BLOG TOUR - Born To Resist (Born Series #1) by Ember Raine Winters



Author: Ember-Raine Winters

Publisher: Independent

Pages: 191

Genre: YA Dystopian

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First Chapter:

“I never thought one moment could change my life forever. In an instant life as I knew it was over. My new life was the stuff of legends. I just hoped I was strong enough to survive it.” 

A series of what were called The Immigration Wars changed the way of life for the former United States. It was thrown into chaos and a dictator came into power. 
On the eve of Alexa's sixteenth birthday her world changes forever. Her father is arrested for treason and she finds out her mother is really alive. She and her best friend Jacob must travel across country to meet her so they can free her father from the tyrannical leader of the government. Everything is not as it seems in the resistance and secrets and lies will be revealed along the way. 
“Alexa, where are you going?” Dad asked as I picked up my crossbow and strapped my hunting knife to my thigh. 

“Hunting, be back before dinner,” I replied just before the large mahogany door slammed behind me.
I went hunting every day and my dad knew that, but he always asked where I was going. I thought it was just him being overprotective. Clearly, there was a reason behind everything he did. He was my confidant, my teacher, and my friend. In the world we lived in there weren’t any schools like in the old world, so my dad had to teach me everything. He was ex-military before the Immigration wars and taught my best friend Jacob and me everything we needed to know to not only survive, but also defend ourselves. I never understood why we would need to know how to be the perfect soldiers living in our little town in back woods Texas, but I didn’t complain. I loved hunting and shooting. Plus, I was good at it.

Walking through the forest on a hunt has always been somewhat therapeutic for me. I walked through the forest quietly. I always found the sights and sounds intoxicating. The bright yellow sun peeking
through the canopy of dense pines. The smell of pine and the sounds of blue jays singing made it feel like home. I walked for miles in the dense underbrush listening intently for any quail, turkeys, or even a rabbit to hunt. 

An almost eerie silence fell over the forest. It was unnaturally quite in a place that moments before was teeming with life. I stopped short overwhelmed by the sinking feeling that something was terribly wrong. Listening carefully, I heard a gentle hum that got progressively louder by the second. After a few minutes that stretched into an eternity, the hum became the roar of an engine and darkness fell over the trees. Looking up through the branches, a plane, and close enough to see
through the trees. Not good. There were no planes anymore. Not running. Jet fuel cost far too much for even the wealthiest of men, and the only person who had clearance to fly was President Carlyle, anyway. I had never seen his plane fly through our town before, and my gut said that something wasn’t right.

So, I took off at a sprint pumping my arms and legs just as fast as they would take me. I was about four miles from home and even at a dead sprint it took more than twenty minutes zig-zagging through
the trees and jumping over roots before I broke the tree line. I zigged past the old oak that Jacob and I used to play in when we were young. The thick branches are a stark contrast to the spindly branches of the pines surrounding it. I ducked beneath a low-hanging branch that I was once able to walk
underneath, but my tall five foot nine inch frame would have been decimated at the speed I was running. The burning sting as the branches whipped across my skin was almost bearable, even the oozing blood trickling down my face and arms didn't compare to the cold hard dread I felt deep in my bones as I pushed myself forward.

Once I reached the corn field I stopped dead. An all-consuming fear stole my senses when I saw the plane sitting off to the right of our old ranch style home. I dropped like a brick to my knees and drug in one raspy breath after another. What could be happening? Why would RONA be at my house? I waited a few torturous minutes hiding out behind the tall golden yellow cornstalks analyzing everything looking for clues something, anything that might tell me what they might want.

I stayed hidden in the corn field, slowly and silently, I stalked closer so that I could see the situation at hand. Suddenly the large mahogany door flew off its hinges, and I jumped from my crouched position as it landed in a splintered mass on the front lawn.

Carefully, I moved closer to get a better view of the scene before me. My father bloody and bruised was shoved unceremoniously out the front door and landed several feet away just as a man I had never seen before walked casually out the door and strolled down the walk way to stand over his crumpled form. His back arched as the man swiftly kicked him in the ribs and he cried out in

Adrenaline and fear caused my blood to heat like searing hot lava in my veins. The strangled cries of my father were tearing me apart as if the man had ripped my heart from my chest. Raising myself up to standing position, with my head held high, I glared at the man who had treated my father so poorly. I walked slowly like you would approach a wounded animal. Ten yards from the man holding my father, a twig snapped under my feet. Alerting him to my presence. He turned quickly, and I saw his eyes for the first time. They were cold and unfeeling black pits that made him seem even more sinister. I suppressed a shudder as I looked into pure evil. His gun was pointed at me before I had a chance to react. I stood to my full height in a poor attempt to exude confidence. I put my hands up in the air and gathered all my courage.

“What do you want from us?” I asked weakly.

My stupid voice betrayed me. I was hoping to sound confident, but I sounded just as scared as I felt. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I trained my whole life for situations such as this one, but nothing prepared me for the real life or death situation I was in at that moment. The man just stared at me with his gun drawn, a calculating gleam in his eye, and a sneer. I would have given anything to wipe that smug look off his stupid face, but he had a gun and I knew he would be more than willing to use it.

“Well? Why are you here?” I repeated with more confidence this time. The longer I stood there the more the fear was replaced by fury. My father laid on the ground a bloody mess moaning and the
guard still had that stupid smirk on his face. Just as I was about to react another man walked out of my house. He was dressed in the same uniform as the idiot in front of me, but he seemed kinder then the other man.

“Miss, your father is being arrested for treason,” he replied and I thought I heard a tone in his voice almost like compassion but I didn’t acknowledge that. The only thing I heard was treason and my whole world came crashing down around me. 

“Treason? How is that possible?” I whispered to myself. I looked down at the crumpled heap of my father on the ground next to me and realized that there was so much more to him than I ever knew.

“What do you mean he is being charged with treason? What could he possibly have done to RONA tending a farm in rural Texas?”

“ENOUGH” The cruel eyed man yelled in a thundering voice that I was sure could be heard miles away.

“We are taking this man in for questioning. If you move towards us with that bow I will kill you where you stand.” His voice was deep and cold, so cold, I felt as if I would never be warm again. A shiver ran down my spine and I could feel it coursing through my entire body. The stupid smirk on the cruel man’s face morphed into a full on grin so evil my blood turned to ice in my veins. My expression must have betrayed me, my confidence wavered, and he knew that I was no threat to him or his mission.

The cruel eyed man barked out a laugh. It was an awful sound that grated on my already fried nerves. He walked over to my father carefully, all the while keeping the gun diligently pointed at my head.
He grabbed the cuffs roughly and drug him to his feet. Taking one last look at him, I noticed he wouldn’t meet my eyes. 

“Dad?” I asked tentatively, and he finally looked at me but there was so much sadness in his eyes it nearly broke my heart.

Just before the man drug him away something changed in him and I saw a new determination in his eyes. He looked at me and mouthed a single word: “Closet” just before he was pushed towards the

Dropping to my knees, I allowed the first tears to cascade down my cheeks as I watched them slowly disappear into the plane.

A memory of my father reading to me as a child played in my head. I was ten years old sitting on my father’s knee in his old chocolate leather recliner. I had an old beat up history book open in my lap. That in itself was dangerous. Books had been banned when Carlyle took control of the government. He read the pages to me, and I learned of freedom and equality for the first time. He told me that America was a much different place then in the world where I was growing up. The Immigration wars and the rise of President Carlyle into power changed everything.

“What happened, Daddy?” I asked. “Why are things so different now?”

“Alexa, sometimes good people put in bad situations do bad things. No one should have absolute power. Do you know why?” He had drilled this in my head a thousand times since I was eight, so I rolled my eyes at him.

“Absolute power corrupts absolutely, Daddy yes I know,” I groaned, my words dripping with sarcasm as we continued to turn through the brightly colored pages full of beautiful things this country used
to have. I remember feeling sad.

“Daddy, do you think things will ever go back to the way they were before,” I asked with childlike innocence.

“I sure hope so sweetheart, I sure hope so,” he muttered and kissed my temple. 

“Daddy, tell me about the wars, why did they start again?” I asked and looked up at him with big doe eyes.

“Ok, but after this it’s time for bed. We have to train with Jacob in the morning,” he said with a smile then cleared his throat. “We had been at war for a long time. The Middle East was a mess, and the US decided it was their job to go and help, but this war drained our resources and was detrimental to the economy,” he carefully explained. I remember looking at him in wonderment even though he had told me this story repeatedly. “With the economy and the resources drained the government decided that we needed to stop any further strain. They decided that fixing the problem with illegal Immigration would be the best way to do that. So, they closed our borders which angered a lot of immigrants and others as well. The government had been fighting for years on how to deal with illegal Immigration, and if they had just come to a decision sooner, put up a wall and policed the borders more the illegals may not have had the man power to stage such a hostile takeover, their political action committees and just overall bickering killed our country.” he continued but his expression grew dark almost as if he was lost in a memory. He brushed his caramel colored hair back and covered his bright blue eyes with his palm.

“That’s when the immigrants started the Immigration wars, right Daddy?” I asked beaming at him.

“Yes darling, the immigrants took over the government with the help of Mexico and they almost stayed in power too,” he continued a little warily.

“But, President Carlyle and a group of former special ops soldiers, who were stationed in other countries during the takeover, were able to take control back,” I replied thoughtfully. “Daddy, did
you and mommy fight in that war too?” I asked, and he nodded his head slightly, still visibly upset by his memories.

“Yes, but we never thought things would turn out like this,” he replied sadly and tucked a stray hair behind my ear.

“Ok that’s enough for one night, now off to bed,” he said and kissed my cheek.

Other than that, I couldn’t think of another reason they would have been at my home. I really couldn’t imagine why the President would send men all the way to Texas because of a couple of old worn out textbooks. There had to be another reason for their visit. 

They must rely on each other and their new friends to be successful. But, trust isn't easily given in the
resistance and Alexa must find a way to save her father and keep her friends safe while on the run from both the government and the resistance. 
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Ember Raine Winters is a single mother of 2. Living in Bakersfield California. She has an Associate’s Degree in Political Science and Philosophy from the Local Junior College and she loves to read. Anything she can get her hands on, but mostly Science Fiction and Fantasy. She self-published her first book in March and hopes to publish many more in the future.