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I am excited to announce that the anticipated second full-length novel of the Prophecy Series is almost here!
Salvation, Book Two of the Prophecy Series
is now available for pre-order.
Coming October 18, 2016.
I am excited to announce that the anticipated second full-length novel of the Prophecy Series is almost here!
Salvation, Book Two of the Prophecy Series
is now available for pre-order.
Coming October 18, 2016.
| A blessing and a curse… Seven years ago, a single moment changed the course of Nicholaus Bock’s life forever—the moment his preternatural Gift to heal awakened in him. A gift that made him an invaluable commodity to the known galaxy. Now his mentor’s intriguing and secretive new student goes out of her way to challenge his loyalty to everything he values. A dark secret… After facing death and destruction during the Anferthian invasion, Sakura Yamata revels in her new-found Gift to heal. Helping Earth’s survivors keeps |  |
her mind off the loss of her family, and the memory of the terrible choices she made. Nick could penetrate her defenses and discover what she’s hiding. She must not let the handsome healer close enough for that to happen.
A race facing annihilation…
When a mysterious disease strikes the hidden sanctuary of the Anferthian dissenters, Nick and Sakura are called in to help. But someone is going to great lengths to ensure the dissenters don’t survive. Nick and Sakura must set aside their differences and work together to save them before the fragile peace between three worlds is shattered.
A race facing annihilation…
When a mysterious disease strikes the hidden sanctuary of the Anferthian dissenters, Nick and Sakura are called in to help. But someone is going to great lengths to ensure the dissenters don’t survive. Nick and Sakura must set aside their differences and work together to save them before the fragile peace between three worlds is shattered.
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Excerpt from Salvation
(seven years after the Anferthian invasion)
The fine hairs on the back of Nick’s neck prickled. Someone was following him. Like gossamer-fine threads, the dark certainty of it had wrapped around him the moment he stepped out of the recording studio into the driving February rain of New Los Angeles. A sharp gust of wind plastered his rain duster against his body and whipped the hood from his head. Pulling it back up was pointless if he wanted to listen for his stalker. His fingers tightened around the handle of his guitar case. Who the hell would be following him, and why? Especially in this weather?
It’d be understandable if he were a threat to intergalactic security. But, the last time he’d checked, he wasn’t. In the two years since he’d walked out of the New Damon Beach Infirmary and satellite campus of the Collegium of Healers, his days had been filled with quiet research as he and a handful of others recovered the lost musical history of his home world. Even the days spent recording those songs and musical pieces were low-key. Not the glamour job it once was before the Anferthian invasion, but it was a way to help Terrians regain some semblance of cultural identity.
It also had the added bonus of making flying under the proverbial radar a cinch. His preternatural healing Gift, a talent bestowed upon him by a long forgotten Matiran ancestor, had laid dormant, buried deep within him. No one in New L.A. had any reason to suspect he was anything other than a normal guy. An average Joe. A starving musician.
But now that Gift stirred, warning him something was not right. Had his sister sent someone to strong-arm him back home? He slowed his pace. She wouldn’t dare, would she? She had been pretty pissed when he’d left. Sure they still spoke, on occasion, but their conversations had been stilted and brief, as if the topic of his leaving were a deadly disease.
Nah. Pissed or not, Alex would never do something like that.
He rounded the corner, the rain now pelleting the back of his rain duster. Lengthening his stride again, he headed along the empty street toward his residence. The shadowy presence that had dogged him for six blocks seemed to vanish. Very weird. It couldn’t have been his imagination, not if his Spidey sense picked up on it. He stifled a chuckle as he approached the door of his cube. Yep, he lived in a Lego. The Matiran answer to affordable housing. A square, house-size block with windows and a door. No need to call a contractor to build an addition, if he wanted to expand, he could easily have another block connected it. Voila.
Pressing his free hand to the ID reader, Nick cast a glance over his shoulder, blinking against the rivulets of water trickling from the ends of his dark hair and into his eyes. Not a soul in sight, which wasn’t unusual for a town of only a thousand permanent residents. The crime rate was lower than it had been since the 1840’s. Practically non-existent.
His stepped over the threshold, the door closing behind him, shutting out the cold, damp air. Whew. Home and safe.
“Light.” The ceiling glowed to life at his command, a soft, natural light illuminating the puddle forming at his feet. Making a damn mess, Bock. He was going to need more towels than he owned to dry off. Good thing he'd had the guitar case sealed to protect the precious cargo inside.
The case first, then he’d dry himself.
A dark form detached itself from the shadowy entryway to the kitchen. “Hello, Nicholaus Bock.”
(seven years after the Anferthian invasion)
The fine hairs on the back of Nick’s neck prickled. Someone was following him. Like gossamer-fine threads, the dark certainty of it had wrapped around him the moment he stepped out of the recording studio into the driving February rain of New Los Angeles. A sharp gust of wind plastered his rain duster against his body and whipped the hood from his head. Pulling it back up was pointless if he wanted to listen for his stalker. His fingers tightened around the handle of his guitar case. Who the hell would be following him, and why? Especially in this weather?
It’d be understandable if he were a threat to intergalactic security. But, the last time he’d checked, he wasn’t. In the two years since he’d walked out of the New Damon Beach Infirmary and satellite campus of the Collegium of Healers, his days had been filled with quiet research as he and a handful of others recovered the lost musical history of his home world. Even the days spent recording those songs and musical pieces were low-key. Not the glamour job it once was before the Anferthian invasion, but it was a way to help Terrians regain some semblance of cultural identity.
It also had the added bonus of making flying under the proverbial radar a cinch. His preternatural healing Gift, a talent bestowed upon him by a long forgotten Matiran ancestor, had laid dormant, buried deep within him. No one in New L.A. had any reason to suspect he was anything other than a normal guy. An average Joe. A starving musician.
But now that Gift stirred, warning him something was not right. Had his sister sent someone to strong-arm him back home? He slowed his pace. She wouldn’t dare, would she? She had been pretty pissed when he’d left. Sure they still spoke, on occasion, but their conversations had been stilted and brief, as if the topic of his leaving were a deadly disease.
Nah. Pissed or not, Alex would never do something like that.
He rounded the corner, the rain now pelleting the back of his rain duster. Lengthening his stride again, he headed along the empty street toward his residence. The shadowy presence that had dogged him for six blocks seemed to vanish. Very weird. It couldn’t have been his imagination, not if his Spidey sense picked up on it. He stifled a chuckle as he approached the door of his cube. Yep, he lived in a Lego. The Matiran answer to affordable housing. A square, house-size block with windows and a door. No need to call a contractor to build an addition, if he wanted to expand, he could easily have another block connected it. Voila.
Pressing his free hand to the ID reader, Nick cast a glance over his shoulder, blinking against the rivulets of water trickling from the ends of his dark hair and into his eyes. Not a soul in sight, which wasn’t unusual for a town of only a thousand permanent residents. The crime rate was lower than it had been since the 1840’s. Practically non-existent.
His stepped over the threshold, the door closing behind him, shutting out the cold, damp air. Whew. Home and safe.
“Light.” The ceiling glowed to life at his command, a soft, natural light illuminating the puddle forming at his feet. Making a damn mess, Bock. He was going to need more towels than he owned to dry off. Good thing he'd had the guitar case sealed to protect the precious cargo inside.
The case first, then he’d dry himself.
A dark form detached itself from the shadowy entryway to the kitchen. “Hello, Nicholaus Bock.”
Read the adventure from the beginning...
 | Prophecy Book One of the Prophecy Series 4.5 Amazon review stars! A nightmare of galactic proportions… One normal day turns into horror when Earth is attacked. Now ER nurse Alexandra Bock is imprisoned aboard an alien slave ship with no way out. She deems all aliens untrustworthy, including the handsome blue-skinned Matiran captain who shares her cell. A betrayal from within… One night of treachery leaves Senior Captain Gryf Helyg a prisoner of his enemies. Because of him, Earth’s |
inhabitants face extinction and his home world is threatened. But his plans for escape are complicated by his inexplicable draw to the Earth woman imprisoned with him.
A chance to save both their peoples…
One ancient prophecy holds the key to free Alexandra and Gryf’s war-ravaged worlds. Can two wounded souls who have lost everything learn to trust and forgive in order to fulfill the prophecy, and find a love that will last for eternity?
A chance to save both their peoples…
One ancient prophecy holds the key to free Alexandra and Gryf’s war-ravaged worlds. Can two wounded souls who have lost everything learn to trust and forgive in order to fulfill the prophecy, and find a love that will last for eternity?
| Also available All of Me A Prophecy Series Short Story 4.8 Amazon stars! Garrison "Gunner" Reed thought the Anferthian invasion of Earth was life-changing, but that was nothing compared to rescuing April Buroski from the invaders' slave ship. Now, he can't get the petite, honey-blonde woman out of his mind. But, April's |  |
pregnant with her deceased boyfriend's child, and there doesn't seem to be room in her life for another man.
April will never forget the man she lost in the invasion, her first love, Dave. Yet, when the chips are down, Garrison is there for her and her baby. The emotions stirring in her heart for the former Army colonel war with her feelings for Dave. Can she let go of the past and embrace her future before it's too late?
April will never forget the man she lost in the invasion, her first love, Dave. Yet, when the chips are down, Garrison is there for her and her baby. The emotions stirring in her heart for the former Army colonel war with her feelings for Dave. Can she let go of the past and embrace her future before it's too late?
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