Revenge: Space Outlaw 3

The first couple of chapters from book three are below. Get it by clicking the links below.

Book 3- Revenge-Amazon US, Amazon UKAmazon CA  Amazon AU

 

 

Chapter 1

Trex peered over his glasses and sighed at the screen. He took a sip from his glass and shook his head. His fingers resumed punching codes and numbers into a floating data pad in front of his face. He scowled once again at the message that the screen displayed.

Bold red letters flashed irritatingly on the screen, mocking his attempts.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes and let out a sigh. His fingers flew across the data pad as he tried once more, but the outcome was still the same. The red letters appeared to be bolder this time, louder in their mockery of him.

“Argh! This is getting us nowhere!” Trex shouted in frustration.

His colleagues lifted their heads from behind their screens, spread around the room. A few buried their heads deeper into the work they were trying to do. Screen shots of planets littered the walls of the room along with graphs–some with numbers scrawled across them and others with red crosses slashed through them.

“What do you expect?” asked Bill, who sat next to him.

“I didn’t expect it to be this hard. I mean, the job was simple enough. The job itself is easy. But we can’t do anything if the Council are watching our every step. He does know that, doesn’t he? We weren’t all blessed with a powerful father,” said Trex.

“Trex!” Bill said with a glare.

“Oh, what? Don’t give me that. Everyone in there is thinking the same thing. Everyone knows what a pain he can be. Everyone else is just too cowardly to say it.”

Murmurs swept through the room like the rustling of leaves.

“Oh, shut up! I’m still the head researcher in this facility, and if anyone so much as breathes about what is spoken in this room, I will know it has come from one of you. You think what we do here is dangerous because the Council may find out?” said Trex, his glare sweeping the room. “Just let me to go back to Holger empty-handed and I’ll show you dangerous. What the Council might do will pale in comparison to what he will do to us. To our families–”

“Trex, this won’t help morale–”

“I don’t care if it helps morale or not. All I care about is getting results. Results will allow us to go back to our families. This planet needs to be found. I can’t stall him any longer.” Trex breathed out a heavy sigh as he once again pinched the bridge of his nose. He picked up the papers scattered across his desk and, giving them another passing glance, threw them into the air.

He turned in his chair and took in his colleagues. Each one sat in front of a screen and a data pad similar to his. Everyone who had been turned his way now ducked down behind their monitors, furrowed brows adorning every face.

Trex pushed his horn-rimmed glasses back up the bridge of his nose and found Bill still looking his way. “What?”

“Why do you bother with those ridiculous things on your face? I mean do they even have a function?” Bill asked.

“When I visited the planet known as Earth, people who were vision impaired wore them.”

“That still doesn’t answer my question. Plus, you are not vision impaired. The surgery for corrective eyesight is hardly expensive,” said Bill.

“It’s something called fashion. I know the concept is a hard one for you to–”

A high-pitched wail filled the room and echoed through the surrounding halls. Trex shot up from his chair, knocking it to the floor. Faces turned to him in confusion.

“That’s the security alarm,” said Bill.

“I know very well what it is, you incompetent halfwit. What I want to know is why it is going off. The guards aren’t running another systems drill, are they?”

Bill looked at him and offered a small shrug.

“Oh, for goodness’ sake! Why do I even keep you around?” Trex marched towards the holocom embedded in the wall and said, “What is the meaning of this? We are not scheduled for another security drill any time this month. This won’t do! We are doing important work here! Work that must not be interrupted–”

Three explosions shook the room and knocked everyone off their feet. The overhead lights blinked out and were replaced with the dim glow of the emergency ones. Screens fell off desks and smashed on the floor.

Trex began to make his way to his feet, but he was once again knocked to the ground as another explosion shook the building. His colleagues’ screams of pain and fright bounced from wall to wall.

Trex stayed on his hands and knees and surveyed the room. Blood oozed from a wound on one woman’s scalp. Others tried to stem the bleeding, but even from where he crouched, Trex could see that they were losing the battle.

“Shut up, all of you! This is not a drill,” Trex said, crawling towards his desk on his hands and knees.

“What do you think is happening?” Bill asked.

“As you well know, Bill, I’m not psychic, so I don’t know.”

“Do you think it could be pirates?

“No. All the major players have been paid off, and the ones that haven’t been aren’t big enough to worry about. Plus they wouldn’t dare–they know who this lab belongs to.”

Gunshots could be heard in the distance, hinting at things to come. Screams came from outside the lab, silencing the ones inside it. No one spoke, and everyone looked at each other with wide-eyed stares.

“Trex, what shall we do?” Bill asked.

“I’ll tell you what we won’t do–we won’t panic. That’s what we won’t do. Keep calm, everyone. I mean, I mean… This… This. I’m sure everything is under control. I’m sure that the guards are dealing with the perpetrators as we speak. There is nothing to worry about, absolutely–”

“Trex, I don’t think–”

“Didn’t I tell you not to worry, Bill!” Trex’s head snapped left to right, his eyes darting to the only exit in the room. “Quiet! We mustn’t make a racket. Look, you see, we’ll be alright; the metal shutters are coming down.”

With a jerk and a start, the metal shutters sealed the only entrance and exit to the lab. They met the floor with a final slam that any casket would be proud to make. The windows were covered by metal, and the faint glow from the overhead lights cast long shadows on everyone’s face.

“See, everything is going to be all right. I told you, didn’t I? I told you that all this needless worrying would get you nowhere. We have food and water capsules in here that will last us weeks–till help arrives.”

A knocking came from the metal shutters. It was faint; no one would’ve heard it, if a tortured silence hadn’t been ruling inside the lab.

Heads turned and people glanced at each other in shocked silence. Trex licked his lips, pulling at the collar of his shirt.

The knocking came again; three deliberate taps.

Trex placed his fingers to his lips and crawled backwards, away from the metal shutters. His hands left wet imprints on the stone floor. His back touched a wooden desk behind him, and he yelped in surprise, bringing his hand up to smother the sound.

Three taps rang out for the third time.

“We know you’re in there! Come out, come out!” sang a voice from outside of the metal shutters.

The sound came again.

Everyone held their breath inside the lab, sitting in silence, waiting for something to happen. Waiting for something to come out from the shadows.

“We know you’re in there! Open up! Trust me, if you don’t you’re not going to like what’s about to happen…”

Beating hearts pounded against chests but nobody broke the silence.

“They can’t get in,” mouthed Trex.

The metal shutters shook and rattled but held tight. Everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief, but it was short lived as the metal exploded inwards. Shrapnel flew in all directions, merely injuring the lucky and killing those closest to the shutters.

Trex held his breath until the smoke cleared and the debris settled to the floor. Coughs could be heard all around him, and he covered his mouth with his hands.

A black male, with a bone earring in one ear, strode through the hole. He stood in the centre of the lab and cast a disappointed gaze over the scene. “All this could have been avoided,” he said, waving a hand at the dead and wounded. “It’s a shame it had to end this way. I would like to say you’re all innocent parties in this, but we know that isn’t true, don’t we? We all know what you’ve been doing here.”

A midnight-blue female walked through the hole, accompanied by a green brute who was all of seven feet tall. They both folded their arms across their chests.

“Now, I will take all the data you’ve researched and gathered for Holger, and you’d better make it fast,” said the black male.

“And why would we do that?” Trex asked.

“Because if you don’t, you have…oh…” He looked at his wrist and gave a shake of his head. “Five minutes before this place blows up. And seeing as we are blocking the only way out of here, I suggest that you start gathering that data.”

“No matter where you go, he will find out who you are. He will come for you,” said Trex.

With a laugh that boomed through the room, the man shook his head and said, “Tell Holger that Phoenix Jones is coming for him.”

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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

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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

Failures

Failure-Celebrated

I have failed a lot in my life.

Shit

Thinking about it now, my eyes grow moist at all the failures that I have gone through and not learnt from. I am a hard headed stubborn bastard, who sometimes needs to go through a experience more than once so it sinks into his head. And I know that is a major fault of mine.

I know it’s stupid. Its something that I am trying to change.

Learning from your mistakes is important, but not making any or seeing them ahead of you so you can sidestep them is even better.

This year I have tried my upmost to stop making mistakes.

And you know what.

I failed miserably..

We are only five months in this year and the growing list of mistakes I have made keeps on growing, and growing, and growing.

But last night, I battled with myself and stopped myself from making one.

I TOOK CONTROL AND STOPPED.

Now this isn’t going to be a speech about, motivation or achieving your goals or any of that bull. Its just one man’s thoughts on how we are all human. It’s just one man’s thoughts on the struggle it takes to change yourself.

This year my goal was and still is self-growth and change.

I accomplished a lot last year. But it was with 60% of my overall effort. Everyone else looking from the outside in, would have been amazed at what I had accomplished. But honestly. It was easy.

It was easy to write a book. It was easy to learn about this how self-publishing business. It was easy to get all my ducks in a row.

But what isn’t easy, is knowing within myself that I could have done better. I could have archived more. I could have grown more.

So as the new years starts proper, none of this January business. I have made a promise to myself that I will attack it like it owes me money.

An in a lot of ways it does.

Remember that what you do, is a lot more important than what you say.

I just have to remember that myself sometimes.

Until next time

Good Morning

Good Evening

Good Night16

Where am at‏

So…..

I have finally finished my fourth book in my fantasy series Fallen Angels. It took me longer than I would have liked, but the book ended up being longer than I thought.

It topped out at 107K of written words.

That’s a hell of a lot, for a book that was only meant to be 55k at most.

What are the reasons for this?

Well honestly, I wanted to write a fourth and a fifth book. But after finishing the fourth one, which stood at fifty-five thousand it didn’t feel complete. I felt I had a lot of hanging plot that my readers would be angry about if I didn’t just wrap it up. So I thought what the hell and just kept on writing. In doing so, I kind of finished the series.

I have left it semi open, so I could go back to it if I wanted to. But honestly I don’t think I would want to.

That may change in the future. But I have so many ideas that are running through my head of things that I want to write, that it doesn’t make sense putting it off any further. And honestly the books did okay, but it wasn’t as big of a hit as I thought they would have been.

So at the moment, I am going to have one more sweeping pass at it. Then send it off to my editor.

She will have it for the next few weeks or more, and in the mean time while she does that I will be writing my new series.

I don’t want to give the title away. But I will be dipping my toe into the Scifi genre and see how the readers over there like me. It’s my second favourite genre to read in, I will be honest.

Fantasy will always have my heart. And the many sub genres in it. Urban, Superhero, Epic.

But I do like to get my socks off with some Scifi books.

Like I said before, last year there were two books that competed for my number one spot.

The Never Hero- Superhero genre

And

Red Rising- Scifi

When I say I will be writing in scifi, it won’t be hard scifi or space opera. Not my sort of crowd. To techie for me, and I don’t think I’m smart enough to write a solid story in that sort of universe.

No, I’m  talking about books like Omega Force by Jason Burke and Star Splinter by J G Cressey.

My story will be based along those lines, so readers of those sorts of books will be happy.

I would call it low scifi I guess….

It will have plenty of action, more action, fights, kick-ass assassin women and more fights.

Plus shit is going to blow up for no reason!!!

To say that I am excited about writing this story is an understatement. I have been thinking about this universe for so long that, the first book has basically written itself.  All I have to do is put the words on paper. At the moment I am busy plotting it all out, and all the characters have a strong voice.

Thinking about this now, this may become a problem when everyone is trying to compete for page space but I hope that it won’t be.

Man I am excited for this new series, I just hope that I do it justice.

That’s it really.

The last and final book in the Fallen Angels Series will be out July-August time.

And I will be plotting and writing all three books in my new series. Which should take me till the end of the year.

I already have another series which I want out next year. It will be in the superhero genre.

If there where only more than one of me, I could get more than one story at once.

Till next time folks

Good Morning

Good Evening

Good Night

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

 

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.