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My New Series: Breakout (Space Outlaw Book 1) Preview Chapters

My new series is out!

You can grab the first two books now at Amazon or read on for a sample of the first couple of chapters

Book 1- Breakout- Amazon US/Amazon U.K,Amazon CA,Amazon AUS

Book 2- Stranded-Amazon US/Amazon. UK, Amazon CA, Amazon AUS

Chapter one

The bass from the car speakers threatened to blow a hole through his chest.

He could feel it pounding against his eardrums like war drums readying him for battle.

It put him on edge.

He shouldn’t be.

Not now.

Not right before one of the most important nights of his life.

He had to stay sharp for what he was about to do.

What he needed to do.

For them at least.

“What?” shouted the driver.

“I said turn it down!” said Phoenix.

The driver gave Phoenix a shake of the head as if his passenger were out of his mind and continued on, speakers still bleeding sound.

Reaching across, Phoenix stabbed the off button with more force than he intended. As his finger sank deep into the dashboard, the button remained buried in a permanent off state.

“Bro! Do you know how much this car cost?” the driver demanded.

Phoenix turned to look directly at the driver. Casting a steely gaze his way, he said nothing.

“What?” asked the driver with a shrug.

Still not responding, Phoenix just continued to stare.

The driver kept his gaze straight ahead, refusing to face Phoenix. Mouth twitching from side to side, he began to drum a beat with his fingers along the steering wheel.

“Look, I know it was loud but you didn’t have to break my shit. That’s all I was saying.”

Phoenix allowed a small grunt to escape his lips before he turned to stare out the tinted car window. He watched as the late night London life passed them by.

Drunks shouted in what they thought was English to one another.

Girls in shoes that were too high tried to stay upright as they put the Leaning Tower of Pisa to shame.

Kids sat on street corners eating two-piece chicken and chips, their hoodies shadowing their faces like the cloak of the Grim Reaper.

“You know the plan?”

The driver let out a sigh and rolled his eyes. Sucking his teeth, he replied, “Yeah, man. I know the plan.”

“You don’t sound all that convincing.  I don’t want to spend my time locked up like those other fools you know. Or should I say knew,” said Phoenix

“I know the plan, man.”

Phoenix stared once again through the window. They were nearly there.

Pulling a balaclava over his face, Phoenix secured it so no features could be seen.

As the car slowly rolled to a stop, Phoenix looked across to his partner. He held out his hand, and the heavy weight of a firearm sank into his palm. Wrapping his hands around it he simply nodded the driver’s way.

“Time to get that money.”

* * *

Phoenix kept his head low as he walked through the door of a convenience store, which was located on the corner of the street. Hood pulled over his head, he kept his frame small so he wouldn’t be detected.

Walking low through the aisles of the shop, he knew where the cameras and overhead mirrors were positioned. Phoenix wanted as little evidence of him on record as possible. Making his way towards the front of the store, his head snapped back and forth.

Good. It was empty.

Packets of sweets and fizzy drinks offered to cure him of his hunger and thirst, but he wasn’t interested.

Newspapers and magazines promised to get rid of any boredom that he might have. And if his gaze traveled further up, magazines of a different nature offered to cure him of those lonely nights.

He walked slowly so he could assess the situation. His footsteps trod lightly, until he was at his destination. Facing the shop counter, he waited for his victim to turn.

Standing with his back to him, the shop owner was a portly man no taller than five-eight. His greasy, jet-black hair was slicked back in what he thought was the latest style of the day. But he either didn’t get the right memo or failed to read it properly.

The shop owner turned around and fell backwards, hand clenched to his chest as he looked upon Phoenix in shock. “What do you want?”

“A kiss. What does it look like, fool?” said Phoenix.

“You don’t scare me with your bully act. You do know who I am! Don’t you?”

“I don’t care who you are. Hand it over.”

The shopkeeper blew wind through his lips and gave Phoenix a sad shake of his head. “You’re dead. You know that, don’t you?” Pinching the bridge of his nose, he kept on shaking his head as his shoulders rocked with laughter.

Phoenix let out a heavy sigh and pulled out the handgun buried inside his hoodie. Pointing it forward, he faced the shop owner with deadpan eyes.

“I know who you are, Abdul. I know what sort of game you play. I know this isn’t your first rodeo. But let me inform you of this. You have money that I want. Dirty money. Filthy money. Money that should be burned and never touched again. But right now, that doesn’t matter to me. Right now, I need that filthy cash a lot more than you do. So, hand. It. Over.”

Abdul took a step forward and looked at Phoenix with narrowed eyes. “I know you,” he whispered. “It’s Phoenix, isn’t it?

Slamming the butt of the gun into the bridge of Abdul’s nose, Phoenix heard a satisfying crack as bone broke under metal. Abdul staggered backwards, holding his nose in both hands as he yowled in pain. Abdul tried to blink back the tears that filled his vision, but failed. As he wiped a sleeve across his eyes, the shop owner saw Phoenix still standing there with his hand outstretched.

“I am not going to ask again. Stop being a dickhead and do as I say,” said Phoenix.

“You must be out of your mind! This will only end badly for you. This will only end in your suffering! This will only end.” Getting another pistol-whipping across the face, Abdul was about to collapse to the floor but was only saved by grabbing onto the shop counter.

“From where I’m standing, it looks like the day is only going to end badly for you. And get worse the longer this carries on. Now I don’t want to, but I can start blowing off pieces of you if you would rather I do that. So what’s it going to be?”

Abdul looked at Phoenix with quickly swelling, puffy eyes. Grinding his teeth as if into dust, he debated what he should do.

Phoenix pointed the gun at one of Abdul’s arms. Backing up quickly, Abdul held both hands in front of him. “Okay, okay, okay. Give me a minute.”

“You have less than that and counting.”

Abdul turned his back to Phoenix and pulled down a water painting of himself. Fitted into the wall behind it was a safe. Covering the combination with his hands, he entered in the right code. With an audible click, the safe door slid open, revealing its contents.

Phoenix let out a low whistle and smiled. “Abdul, Abdul, Abdul. Who’s been a busy boy then?”

Taking out one stack of money after another, Abdul placed them on the counter.

“Put it in a bag. I can’t carry all of that by hand, now can I?” snapped Phoenix.

Abdul gave Phoenix a look that could have pinned his soul to the wall. He yanked a plastic bag from behind him and began to stuff it with money.

“Is that everything?” Phoenix asked, looking behind the shopkeeper.

“Yes.”

“You sure, Abdul? I wouldn’t like to think you’re holding out on me.”

Without a reply, Abdul simply stared.

Phoenix gave the shopkeeper a slight nod and turned on his heel, making his way for the exit. His attention snapped to a mirror in the top corner of the shop. What he saw there turned his blood cold. Diving for cover behind a row of shelves, Phoenix tucked and rolled just as the first gunshot went off.

“You think I’m joking! Don’t you? You thought this was going to be easy! Well, you were wrong!” Abdul screamed.

Phoenix pulled a jumbo packet of sweets to one side. Looking through the hole created, he could see Abdul holding a shotgun that looked bigger than him. Tucking himself in so he was a smaller target, Phoenix tried to come up with a plan.

Bang!

As a shop window shattered from friendly fire, Phoenix watched in disbelief as his getaway driver sped off, back wheels burning rubber.

“That…argh…” Phoenix muttered under his breath.

One option down.

Which meant that he had to come up with another one fast.

“Abdul! Lets talk about this like fine gentlemen!”

“Fuck you!”

“Fine! Be that way!”

Phoenix rolled out from his hiding place and fired off a few shots wildly. He didn’t care where they went; he just needed them to give him time. Getting to his feet, he made his way towards the back of the shop and hit the back door with his shoulder. It flew open just as a shot showered food over him. Keeping his head low, Phoenix made his way through one doorway after the next. Shoving boxes out of the way, he heard a door slam open behind him. As he ducked down, a boom went off behind him as bits of mortar showered onto his head.

Phoenix didn’t check if he was hit. He didn’t have time. Pointing the gun behind him, he let off a volley of shots.

Phoenix dove through the last door, where he found himself in an alleyway. Spotting a dumpster resting against the far wall, he ran over to it and wheeled it against the door. It wouldn’t hold for long, but the extra minute it gave him would be enough.

Running towards the end of the alley, Phoenix came across a high, chain-link fence. Ascending it as quickly as possible, he breathed in and out to calm his heart rate down.

“Well, that could have been worse–”

That was when the sound of police sirens filled the very air around him.33

My Ideas

I wanted to take a minute, and just tell readers how my first ever series Fallen Angels came to be. Really I honestly can’t quite tell you. Not for certain. I try and recall how it came about, but this idea has been knocking around in my head for so long, that it just seems to have always been there. From as far back as I can remember, I had this need to tell an Angel story. I knew how the first book would end, and how it would start. But apart from that, everything else was just one big blur.

It felt as if I was looking through a window smeared with grease, and didn’t know were it would led if I smashed through it.

Looking back at it now, with the series nearly finished, and taking a critical eye, over the whole thing. I can see where I went wrong with it.

I simply wrote for myself.

It was a story that I needed to tell, that has a lot of me in it. But apart from that, the story as a whole, doesn’t really fit in any genre. It doesn’t fit any category. It was just a story that I always had buried inside of me.

And I am happy that I told it. But judging from the sales of this series or should I say lack of it, it will always be a niche series written by me. But thats okay, because it has taught me so many valuable lessons. On story structure, story development, character development, the whole nine yards.

Now that I can take a step back, I can see the mistakes I made. Where I showed and not told. Where I added to much to the story instead of taking it away. Where the story was too lean, when it needed more meat on its bones.  I could go on and on, but after each book was finished, I leaned back in my chair and was happy that I couldn’t improve it any more.  I was happy with the finished product, and because of that, I can hold my head high.

Its only after some time has passed, when you grow in skill. Do you realise how lacking the book really is.

But I don’t think that will ever change, if you’re always looking to improve your story telling craft. That’s the only way you can really grow, by reading other peoples works, and reading books on craft. I am loving it, and having a blast at the moment reading everything I can get my hands on relating to the subject. I feel like a video game character, improving daily by the more info I dump into my brain.

I was never afraid of releasing my book. Well I may have been afraid a little bit. But I knew that no matter how much work I put into it, it would never be up to scratch in my eyes. When you have put that much work into something, it will never truly live up to your dreams. But like I said, thats okay.

I can only get better by writing more words. Day in, day out.

They say that you won’t learn the basics of story craft, unless you have a million words under your belt in fiction. Many writers believe also, thats where you truly start finding your voice.

I don’t know how true or false that may be.

But I have another Sixty-Five hundred thousand words to go, I can’t wait to tackle it one word at a time.

Until next time.

Love and Peace

Y’all

Takeover (Fallen Angel Book 3) Available Everywhere

Takeover-2500x1563-Amazon-Smashwords-Kobo-AppleBroken heart, broken mind, broken body…

Being left for dead, Perez must face his greatest challenge yet.
Survival. Simple for most, but not for him.
With Monroe in danger, all seems lost,
As an unknown angel finds himself closer to victory,
A victory that Perez knows will bring about
Many twists and turnns of events that could ruin them all.
Now, it’s up to Perez, broken and shattered, to find the courage and strength to save all that he holds dear, before the takeover.

 

 

It’s out!!!!

I am super excited and happy that my third novel in the Fallen Angels series is finally here. It took a little while to get out, but after I had edited the last word, I sat back with a smile on my face knowing that I couldn’t have written it any better. This book for me is my best work yet.

It’s double the size of the last two, and has more action, emotion, and heartache than the other two as well.

You can pick your copy from, Amazon.uk,Amazon.com,Kobo,Barnes&Noble.

Hope you enjoy it,

Until next time

Love and Peace

Y’all

 

Do you like reading in other genres

Although at the moment, I write in christian fantasy. I love reading in other genres, and plan on writing in them too. I know other writers frown on writing in more than one genre or sub-genre, and many use pen names when planning to venture into new territory, but I don’t see why they should.  Unless you write kids books or young adult, and then are planning to dive into romance, then I get your choice for creating a new pen name.

But if you write space opera, and plan to write an epic fantasy book with sword swinging barbarians and dragons, then I don’t see the harm.  People allow themselves to be pigeon holed into an area of their lives, where they are afraid to escape from it. Your die hard fan’s will always read whatever you write, and the majority of your other fans will wait till, you release something more to their liking till they buy from you again.

Whatever the case, life is all about choices.

Now at the moment I am really loving the superhero genre, being a fan of marvel and anime since I could remember, I am a bit surprised and disappointed that my first series wasn’t in that genre. They always say your first book just comes to you, and with my Fallen Angels series it just kind of did. I have always been fascinated with angels, and I think my next post will be where I got the story idea for it and how it formed in my brain.

Thinking about it now, I may have struggled if I decided to write in the superhero genre first. With the explosion of Marvel movies coming out, the genre has become one of the hardest to break into. At the time of writing this, I am on my fifth rough draft of a novel and I am getting better with every word I put  on screen or paper. So when the time comes to dive into the superhero series I have planned, I can do it justice.

I have an idea that has been cooking, and ohhhh boy, I can’t wait to get it out to the masses.

If you are a writer reading this, the only way you can become a better writer is by stretching your writing legs. You should strive to improve on your craft, you should strive to surprise and please your readers with each and every piece of work you put out. I think that’s where writers block can come in sometimes, if you have written twenty books in a series you are quite comfortable in that world. Your not challenging yourself, and without challenge you can never grow. That’s why in my personal opinion, you should always go outside your comfort zone.

Thats with everything in life.

Pick up a book you wouldn’t normally.

Write a story long or short that you wouldn’t dream of doing.

Dance naked in the rain.

Anything.

Just try to challenge yourself, that’s where growth happens.

Anyway getting back to my point, I think there was one somewhere in this post.

If you are a fan of the numerous marvel or dc movies that have been coming out in recent years, I adore you to check them out. It may not be your thing when you first start reading them but, like any good story once it captures your attention it will be impossible to put down.  Check out the list of books at the end of this post,  and drop a comment back here to tell me if you enjoyed it or not. Or leave a comment with any recommendations  that you may think that I like, am always on the search for new material to absorb and make me greater.

Series that I have enjoyed so far.

Chronicles of Jonathan Tibbs

The Meta Superhero Novel Series

Until next time friends.

Love and Peace

Y’all

Cover reveal

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Hello

The third book in the Fallen Angels series called Takeover will be out soon. (I know, I know. I had planned to get it out in feb, but life kicked me in the balls.) Anyway I love this cover, as you can tell by the picture the story is set in America. I had great fun writing it, and it was one of the fastest books I have ever written.

I think that the cover really delivers how action packed the story is, so I am happy with it.

P.S I am looking for a march release date, but keep your eyes peeled for an upcoming email giving you a firmer date.

Don’t be afraid to comment and let me know what you guys and gals think.

Hope you lot have a amazing day and speak to you soon.

Love and Peace

Y’all

Betrayal (Fallen Angels Book 2)

Betrayal-800 Cover reveal and Promotional

Out on the 20th of this month, will be the second instalment of my Fallen Angels series. It is available on Kobo, Barnes&Noble, Ibooks, and Amazon for pre-order. If you like dark fantasy, action, and angels you will love this series. It also has a little bit of romance thrown in for good measure. If it sounds like your thing, give the first book in the series a try.

Below is the first scene, of the second book.

From the depths of a pocket, a sound began to emerge. It started off slow and faint, but just as a ticking time bomb had the power to silence a room, so did this sound.

In a wild panic, Hugo looked at Jabor. They exchanged looks, neither wanting to meet the other’s eye. They both knew what the sound meant, but admitting that to the other would show signs of fear. The faint ring seemed to turn into a deafening gong. Each stroke of the gong grew louder and louder; the sound found every space, hole, nook, and cranny. It spread its vibrations like tentacles in the darkness, eliminating the silence with sound.

“Let it go to voicemail, my friend,” Jabor said.

“And have to call him back?” asked Hugo in a panicked voice.

“By the gods, you do not want him calling back, a second time. I don’t think he ever has for anyone. Pick it up, like a Band-Aid. The pain only lasts for a second.”

“That all depends on who’s experiencing the pain,” Hugo remarked. “Hello?”

There was no answer on the line, only the faintest of crackles.

“Hello?” Hugo enquired one more time.

“Is it done?” was the only reply he got from the other end of the line.

There was a long pause, as Hugo tried to force his brain to work. He felt as if time had slowed down, as  a million things rushed through his head.

What should he say?

What was he meant to say?

The truth or lie?

How best should he play this, so the repercussions fell as far away from him as possible? He needed to think; he needed to turn this into a victory.

His throat and mouth were dry, but his hands were sweaty and moist. Weird, he thought; it normally should be the other way around.

He shot a glance at Jabor, who stared back at him, emotionless.

“Those two imbeciles who were sent ahead completely botched the operation. I have never seen such incompetence in all my life. They found the location where they were keeping him, but failed to secure or dispose of him. We arrived a little too late to save them. But we saw the party in question taking him away. We were just about to track them, before you called.”

Again, silence. This time it was worse, because there would be an outcome. On one side of the coin held light, hope and a future; they might be chastised, but it wouldn’t amount to much and they would survive. The other side of the coin held utter darkness. The pit of trouble they would find themselves in would be a bottomless one. No way out, no light to give them hope.

“I see,” said the voice on the other end.

“Yes, everything should be resolved sooner rather than later. As I said, we are now tracking them, so it shouldn’t take long to have this matter resolved,” said Hugo in a rushed voice.

The phone almost slipped out of his hand. He caught it in time, hurriedly placing it to his ear.

“I see.”

“You can count on us, sir,” Hugo assured the voice.

“Can I?” came the reply.

“Yes.”

Flip, flip, flip. Ever turning, the coin spun and spun. Hugo could feel his heart pounding. His throat was so dry, it felt like a riverbed that had become cracked and caked in dust from the heat. He didn’t think he could utter another word. He didn’t think he could hold onto the phone any longer.

The coin landed.

“Good, then make it so,” said the voice from the darkness before hanging up.