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Sunday, August 10, 2014

Sneak Peek Sunday - Lissa Bryan




The Land of the Shadow is due to be released on August 21. It's the second book in the End of All Things series, but you don't have to have read the first book to enjoy it. The third, and final, installment will be released next spring.





Summary:


After surviving the Infection and a perilous journey through the wasteland that was once the United States, Carly and Justin have found a safe home in the isolated town of Colby.

Even so, balancing the duties of survival and a growing family isn’t easy. As they emerge as leaders, they face difficult questions about justice in a lawless land, basic human rights, and freedom in a world where strength defines worth. More than ever, they have to rely on one another for strength and support during the darkest of times.

The Crisis is far from over. Their fences won’t keep the world out forever, and a new threat is emerging—a gang of predators who see the town as easy pickings. When danger looms over Colby, Carly must decide how far she’ll go to protect those she loves.

It’s a journey down the long and broken road through The Land of the Shadow.





Excerpt:

Carly held up her hand to indicate Kaden should wait. He nodded. She motioned for him to crouch and pause a few seconds before he followed her. He held up an okay sign to show he understood. To her right, Pearl crept forward, her steps as silent as a cat’s.

Carly took deep breaths to slow and steady her breathing. She forced her muscles to relax and tried to find that cool, calm center. Justin had helped her to learn meditation over the winter, and she used its techniques now. She was ready.

She pushed the door open and scanned the large room, her eyes darting around to take in the gloomy interior of the warehouse. She listened carefully, hearing silence save the sound of her own slow, deep breaths.

Inching forward, Carly picked her way from object to object, staying behind cover, clearing the room bit by bit. She heard Kaden’s soft steps behind her, Pearl on their right flank, silent but visible from the corner of her eye, and then the rest of her team, one by one. At the tail end of the group was Veronica. Carly had objected to it at first, but Justin grumbled that the kid was going to get herself killed if they didn’t include her.

The doorway at the end of the room led to a catwalk that rimmed the sides of a three-story machine room. Cautious, Carly stepped onto the metal frame and scanned the room below before motioning her team forward. Far too late, her eye caught movement on the catwalk above her, and the gun went off before she could even call out a warning.

“Youch!” Carly yelped as the paintball exploded against her arm. Kaden and the others fell back, taking cover behind the crates as Justin’s team swarmed them from the stairs.

“Damn it,” Carly muttered.

“You didn’t look up,” Justin said as he vaulted over the railing and swung down to land beside her.

“Yeah, I sort of realize that.” Carly rubbed her arm. “Am I out?”

“Yeah.” He looked at the orange splatter on her black shirt. “That shot would have taken off half your arm, and you’d be too busy trying not to bleed out to join the fight. But we can play it with you as a hostage if you want.”

“No, I think we’re done.” She heard Kaden yowl as a paintball hit him and the clatter of the guns as they fell from her surrendering team’s hands.

Justin’s team always won, but every player was improving. And he alternated teams so everyone got to be on the winning side once in a while as they learned defense and attack strategies. Last week, they had tried to take the Wall. It had ended in a “paint-bath” as Justin called it. Carly still hadn’t gotten all the orange dye out of her hair.

Her team shuffled forward, all of them scowling. They all wore black shirts, like Carly’s, splotched with paint splatters. Justin’s team wore pristine white, trying to smother victorious grins.

Everyone wore goggles or eyeglasses with plain lenses, taken from the local optometrist’s sample wall, and a helmet. Carly wore the blue bicycle helmet Justin had given her when they first started out from Juneau, but the others were alternately wearing football helmets, hard hats, and a couple bicycle helmets of their own, scavenged from town. The only one Kaden could find that fit him had Hello Kitty on it, so Justin had traded it for his blue one, plunking the pink and white thing on his own head without a word. Kaden hadn’t said anything, but he’d looked very grateful. Later, when Carly mentioned it, he simply shrugged and said, “You know how kids are.”

Yes, she knew how kids were, but at this point, she’d almost welcome teasing. It would be a sign the kids were adjusting, returning to normal. After more than a year on the road, being settled for a few months in Colby hadn’t given them back their equilibrium. Most of them had an aged solemnity, miniature adults with too-wise eyes.

Pearl’s motorcycle helmet had the Harley-Davidson logo on it, and Carly shook her head with a wry twist of her lips when she saw it. Of course it did. But then again, Pearl could wear the Hello Kitty helmet and make it look badassed.

“Great job, everyone,” Justin said, clapping both teams on the back as he headed into the center of their group. “All right, let’s go over the mission . . .”

Before dispersing, they discussed what had gone right and wrong with the attack and what they had learned from it. Afterward, Kaden went off with a small group of young men who were going to try to use the slingshots Justin had introduced to them to catch frogs. Kaden loved fried frog legs, but they were often too fast for the unskilled hunter to catch with nets and Justin wouldn’t waste ammo on them.

Carly lingered with Justin until everyone had gone and helped pick up the rest of the stray equipment left behind. Justin headed for the door and she just couldn’t help herself.

“Ouch!” Justin jumped and whirled around, clapping a hand to his backside. He drew it away, covered in orange paint. “Did you just shoot me?”

Carly nodded, fighting to keep a grin off her face and failing.

Justin grinned, too, but he lowered his head and stared up at her with those dark eyes sparkling with wicked intentions. “I’ll give you a ten second head start.”

Her heart pounding already in anticipation, Carly spun around and took off. She had learned a lot in the last two years, and she was fast. It took a while for Justin to catch her, but oh, when he did . . .





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Praise for The Land of The Shadow:


"What a ride! Carly and Justin are people that I'd like on my side, and on the side of my community. I highly recommend this to anyone who wants a story that will keep you glued to your reader or flipping pages in a paperback just as quickly as you can." -Kathie Spitz



"Anyone who read my review of The End of All Things knows I loved the first book in this series. Lissa Bryan is a very talented story teller and has a way of pulling the reader in and making them care about her characters in a way I’m sure she does as well.

I was really looking forward to this one. Justin and Carly where just one of those couples I could never really forget about so I was excited to see where their journey had taken them."
-Passion for Pages






If you haven't already, check out The End Of Things Book I

Available from: AmazonKoboBarnes and Noble, and TWCS PH









Author Bio:


Lissa Bryan is an astronaut, renowned Kabuki actress, Olympic pole vault gold medalist, Iron Chef champion, and scientist who recently discovered the cure for athlete's foot...though only in her head. Real life isn't so interesting, which is why she spends most of her time writing.

She is the author of three other novels, Ghostwriter, The End of All Things, and Under These Restless Skies.


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Sunday, May 4, 2014

Sneak Peek Sunday - Lissa Bryan

Lissa Bryan Sneak Peek Sunday 5/4/2014
The sequel to the End of All Things will be released in August. The End of All Things told the story of the pandemic that destroyed modern society. Carly and Justin traveled across the ravaged US, searching for a safe home, but it was also a journey into love. The Land of the Shadow tells the story of their struggle to build a safe refuge for their growing family. Carly has to decide how far she's willing to go to protect those she loves when danger looms on the horizon.  
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Carly was still awake when he came up to their bedroom, reading by a kerosene lamp. She smiled at him and held her arms out. Happy to go into them, he gave her a kiss, sitting down beside her on the bed.
“Home from prowling?” she asked.
“I wasn’t prowling tonight. I was talking with our newest resident.”
“What do you think?”
“I think she’s going to fit in fine.”
Carly laughed. “Is that all you’re going to say?”
He nodded. “It’s all that’s important.”
He stood and went to undress, hanging up his clothes—they weren’t able to wash everything after one wearing like the old days. He pulled on a T-shirt and shorts, then climbed into his warm bed next to his wife. This was one of his favorite parts of the day, when he felt most content. This was a place where he belonged. Though he hadn’t realized it, he’d been searching for this all his life, and he had it at last.
“I guess it is.” Carly plumped up his pillow before he lay down beside her. “I’m glad you’re home. I always worry when you’re out there, you know.”
“I know. I worry about you, too. ‘Safe’ doesn’t really exist anymore. There are so many things—”
“Chicken thieves . . . alligators.”
“Don’t remind me.” He groaned and pulled up the sheet. It was all the covering they could stand in the heat.
“I feel safe with you.” She snuggled up against his side. “And I know you’ll do your best to keep our community safe. And your best is pretty darn good.”
“I’ll do anything I can to protect you and Dagny,” he said. “’Til my dying breath.”
“And the new world we’re building . . . it feels strange to think this is the beginning of someone’s history book. Like, we’re the Pilgrims, the new settlers.”
He smiled. He always liked when Carly had these grandiose fantasies. It meant she thought of their story as having a happy ending. That fate really was leading them, and the generations that would come after them, to a great destiny.
“Someday, they will write poems about you. The legend of the warrior-king.”
Carly said it in a light, teasing manner, but he knew she did wonder about it. How they would be remembered. How they would be judged for the decisions they made in its creation, and its protection.
“Someday, they will write fairy tales about you,” Justin replied. “The Druid Queen who could call animals to her side, whose judgments were compassionate and just, and whose beauty was like the summer sunshine.”
She smiled. “You are quite the poet yourself.”
“Will they remember how much I loved you? That’s the most important part of the story. I want the world to remember that. I want to write it in the stars.”
She turned and kissed him, and then there was no more need for words.
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The Land of the Shadow will be released in August. Check out the Goodreads page here.
Praise for The End of All Things
But this isn't just a story of two people who find love in the unlikeliest people and places. This story is also about survival and the difficult decisions people have to make to ensure it. --Amy, Goodreads
The End of All Things is more about hope and second chances, and I very much enjoyed the tale ....  highly recommended for all fans of apocalyptic fiction. It's a well-written book with excellent pace, plot, and best, it has real soul.-- Jade Kerrion, Goodreads I am not usually fond of The End of the World As We Know It books, but this book was so much more than a post apocalypse story. It contained adventure, mystery, sadness and a truly sweet romance. --Pamela, Goodreads

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Lissa Bryan is an astronaut, renowned Kabuki actress, Olympic pole vault gold medalist, Iron Chef champion, and scientist who recently discovered the cure for athlete's foot ... though only in her head. Real life isn't so interesting, which is why she spends most of her time writing. She is the author of three novels. Ghostwriter is available through The Writer's Coffee Shop, Amazon, iTunes, and Kobo. The End of All Things is available through TWCS,Amazon, and iTunes. Under These Restless Skies is available through Amazon, iTunes, Barnes & Noble, and directly from the publisher. She also has a short story in the Romantic Interludes anthology, available from TWCS, Amazon and iTunes, or can be purchased separately from Amazon. A short story collection featuring the characters from The End of All Things is also available from Amazon.

Sunday, February 2, 2014

Sneak Peek Sunday - Lissa Bryan

From the author of The End of All Things comes a collection of short stories about the Infection that swept around the globe, decimating the population, and leaving behind a small number of survivors, unprepared to deal with the brutal new world which had replaced the one they'd known.

The End of All Things told the story of Carly Daniels and Justin Thatcher's travels across a shattered nation in search of a safe place to settle, after the pandemic. But it was also a journey into love, and an affirmation of hope. Carly finds strength in her faith that things can be even better than they were before, that compassion and charity are not luxuries; they are what make us human. Life endures, and so does love. The End of All Things is only a beginning.

And now, Lissa Bryan gives us three new stories in Tales from the End.


Two of them are an introduction new characters from the upcoming sequel to The End of All Things, and the other two are a visit with old friends.


The Horsemen
L.A.'s mayor has declared quarantine to try to halt the spread of the Infection. Pearl sets off across the city to buy supplies, but already the world is changing. Something strange is in the air. The Horsemen are coming ...


Veronica
When Veronica's mother doesn't come home from work and no one answers the phone when she calls for help, a nine-year-old girl is thrown into the chaos of a world coming to an end. Veronica decides it's up to her to find her family. "Veronica" is the story of a little girl's courage in the face of the end of all things.


"I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud"
They called her Shadowfax - the mare Carly and Justin found on their travels. But before she was found by Carly, the retired dressage horse was known as Cloud. An unusual tale of the end, told through the eyes of a confused and lonely horse, left in her pasture.


Birthday
A previously-published bonus story. Carly knows Justin has never celebrated his birthday, and after society crumbled, no one knows what date it is, anyway. But she wants to do something special for him. Celebrating the little things helps them keep hope alive, and as a blizzard rages outside, a small gesture of love warms their home.


Tales of courage, tales of survival... Tales from the End.

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Excerpt:


Veronica made herself a bologna sandwich at lunchtime and ate it in front of the TV. The soap operas should be on now, but they were still showing the news. That guy her mom thought was so cute, Troy Cramer, was talking about how everyone was getting the flu. Lots of people were at the hospital, and they were closing schools in some places.

She put in another movie. By the time it was done, her mom should be home from work. She would tell Veronica that her car had broken down and she’d lost her cell phone or something, and be so proud of Veronica for taking care of herself. Or she would say that David had gotten sick, but it was a false alarm and everything was fine now.

Everything would be fine.

Five p.m. Any minute now.

Five thirty. Just traffic. Or David’s daycare teacher wanted to talk.

Six.

Seven.

Veronica sobbed as she curled up on the couch, crying like she hadn’t cried in years. “I want my mom,” she told the empty room.

She wiped her face with her palms and went into the kitchen. It was unavoidable now. She had to call her dad. She couldn’t spend another night alone. As she dialed, she remembered a book she’d read last summer called Pippi Longstocking. It was about a little girl who lived all by herself, and when she’d read it, Veronica had thought about how much fun it would be to have Pippi’s big house and all of that freedom. But now, such a fate seemed horrifying.

Her dad’s phone rang. And rang.

And rang.

His voice mail didn’t even pick up. She waited, because surely he’d see their number on the screen and pick up. He would pick up because she was letting it keep on ringing, and he’d realize it was something important when she didn’t hang up.

It kept on ringing.

Veronica thought she’d cried out all the tears she had, but she was wrong. She sobbed into the receiver, and those sobs turned into hiccups. She had to grab a paper towel from the counter to blow her nose, because she couldn’t breathe.

The phone stopped ringing, and a voice came on the line. Veronica sucked in a breath so fast she choked. She started crying again when it was just a recording saying that the other party wasn’t answering. Then there was just the hum of an empty line.


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Tales from the End will be available February 4.


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About the Author:


Lissa Bryan is an astronaut, renowned Kabuki actress, Olympic pole vault gold medalist, Iron Chef champion, and scientist who recently discovered the cure for athlete's foot.... though only in her head.

Real life isn't so interesting, which is why she spends most of her time writing.

She is the author of two novels, Ghostwriter and The End of All Things. Her third, Under These Restless Skies, will be released on February 20, 2014.

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Sunday Sneak Peek - Lissa Bryan

From the author of The End of All Things comes a collection of short stories about the Infection that swept around the globe, decimating the population, and leaving behind a small number of survivors, unprepared to deal with the brutal new world which had replaced the one they'd known.

The End of All Things told the story of Carly Daniels and Justin Thatcher's travels across a shattered nation in search of a safe place to settle, after the pandemic. But it was also a journey into love, and an affirmation of hope. Carly finds strength in her faith that things can be even better than they were before, that compassion and charity are not luxuries; they are what make us human. Life endures, and so does love. The End of All Things is only a beginning.

And now, Lissa Bryan gives us three new stories in Tales from the End

Two of them introduce us to new characters you will meet in the upcoming sequel to The End of All Things, and the other two are a visit with old friends.

The Horsemen
L.A.'s mayor has declared quarantine to try to halt the spread of the Infection. Pearl sets off across the city to buy supplies, but already the world is changing. Something strange is in the air. The Horsemen are coming ...

Veronica
When Veronica's mother doesn't come home from work and no one answers the phone when she calls for help, a nine-year-old girl is thrown into the chaos of a world coming to an end. Veronica decides it's up to her to find her family. "Veronica" is the story of a little girl's courage in the face of the end of all things.

"I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud"
They called her Shadowfax-- the mare Carly and Justin found on their travels. But before she was found by Carly, the retired dressage horse was known as Cloud. An unusual tale of the end, told through the eyes of a confused and lonely horse, left in her pasture.

Birthday
A previously-published bonus story. Carly knows Justin has never celebrated his birthday, and after society crumbled, no one knows what date it is, anyway. But she wants to do something special for him. Celebrating the little things helps them keep hope alive, and as a blizzard rages outside, a small gesture of love warms their home.

Tales of courage, tales of survival... Tales from the End.


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Excerpt:

Pearl scooped her purse off the passengerseat and hurried into the store. There were no carts in the parking lot andnone in the vestibule. When she got inside, she saw why. Lines stretched to theback of the store and doubled back to curve along the walls. People heldgroceries in their arms, for lack of other options. Pearl opened her bag andwithdrew the thin, nylon shopping totes she kept in one of the side pockets.

The shelves were almost bare, somethingthat struck Pearl as being almost as fundamentally wrong as 911 being out ofservice. She’d grown up in the land of plenty, where stores could not only becounted on to have an abundance of food but multiple brands and varieties ofit.

Pearl hurried through the aisles andsqueezed between other shoppers to grab cans and boxes off the shelves. Her jawdropped when a woman snatched a can right out of Pearl’s hand then scurrieddown the aisle before she could react.

It seemed the whole world had gone mad.

Pearl filled her bags, took her place atthe end of the line, and shuffled forward inches at a time with the rest of theshoppers. She took out her phone and read some of the novel she’d started lastweek, but eventually had to give it up because her arms ached so fiercely fromholding up the bags. She couldn’t set them down. She’d seen what happened whensomeone did that. After a woman put her bag down to answer her phone, a mansnatched it off the ground. He’d blended back into the crowd before she evennoticed and shouted at him to stop. No one paid this small drama any heed, andthe woman had left the line, weeping, to scour the quickly-emptying shelves,her hours of progress lost in a moment.

Pearl wondered if she could let the womanahead of her in line, but that was one crime the shoppers seemed united inpunishing. Line jumpers were forcibly shoved to the back of the crowd.

An hour later, Pearl rounded the end of anaisle and saw the manager heading toward the front of the store with a sheet ofpaperboard he taped over the door. NO FOOD, SOLD OUT it read. He locked thedoor and stood by to let out the customers who were leaving. A couple came tothe entrance and pounded on the door, despite the manager shouting and pointingto the sign. They rattled the handle, as though the door could be persuaded bypersistence. The manager finally turned away to ignore them.

“I’ll give you five hundred dollars forone of your bags.”

Pearl turned and saw a thin, blond manstanding to her left, but he wasn’t in line. He had a wad of cash in his hand,and he held it up. “What do you say?”

Pearl wondered if he thought she lookedlike she needed money. If that was why he’d approached her first instead of theothers. “No, sorry.”

The guy didn’t react. He simply turnedaway and walked over to a Hispanic man a few paces away. Pearl gritted herteeth.

A loud crash made people jump and scream.She spun around. At the front of the store, the people banging on the frontdoor had taken a propane gas cylinder from the cage outside and thrown itthrough the plate glass window. As the manager shouted, a man gripped the womanby the waist and boosted her over the sill.

“Are you crazy?” the manager yelled. “There’s no food left here! I’m callingthe cops! You can’t—”

The man hit him with a roundhouse punchthat sent the manager sprawling onto the glass-strewn floor. As if that hadflipped a switch in the waiting customers’ minds, some of them began to drifttoward the front of the store. As more became emboldened, they followed. Thecashier shouted at them to stop, but they paid her no heed as they swarmedthrough the broken window and into the parking lot. It was interesting, ifappalling, to watch the progression. Eventually, the line looked like whatmight be seen on a normal afternoon.

One of the cashiers closed her registerand ran up to tend the manager who still hadn’t moved from his place on thefloor. She managed to help him to his feet. He put an arm around her shoulders,and she helped him through the store. His nose gushed blood that created agarish red bib on the front of his shirt.

Within a few minutes, Pearl had reachedthe register. The cashier was crying even as she smiled automatically andrecited a mechanical Hello, how are you?

Pearl said she was fine. It was anautomatic response on her part, too.

“Thank you for staying.” The cashierscrubbed a hand over her cheeks to wipe off the tears.

“Just the right thing to do,” Pearlreplied as she repacked her groceries into the totes after the girl scannedthem.

“That seems to be in short supply thesedays.” The cashier announced Pearl’s total. “What’s happening? Why are people acting like this?”

“The Horsemen have been loosed.”

A chill swept over Pearl and she turnedaround to stare at the tiny, old lady behind her, who’d spoken in asurprisingly strong voice for her apparent age and fragility.

“Horsemen?” the cashier repeated.

“War, Death, Famine, and Pestilence,” thewoman said. “It was foretold in the Bible—”

The cashier rolled her eyes. “Whatever,lady.” She handed Pearl’s change back to her with a word of thanks, and Pearlheard the old woman trying to explain again, but the cashier wasn’t interested.

She stepped carefully through the brokenwindow on her way out and looked around with caution, because it occurred toher that the breakdown of law and order meant she had no choice but to defendherself and the two precious bags of food. Pearl didn’t see anyone lingeringnearby, so she walked swiftly through the parking lot, her bags clenchedtightly in her arms.

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Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Fabulous Fourteen Libboo Giveaway!



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