Title: Sovereign Plague
Author:
Rachel A Olson
Genre: Post-Apocalyptic PNR 18+
Release Date: August 29, 2014
Blitz Host: Lady
Amber's Tours
***ADVISORY: CONTAINS CONTENT UNSUITABLE FOR READERS
UNDER 18 YEARS OF AGE.***
In the year
3127, the human race faces possible extinction when a viral outbreak spreads
like wildfire during a never ending cold spell. Former militia member Barrick
Hardison has been forced to use his training for survival before, and finds
himself doing it again…but this time for a woman he hardly even
knows.
Lyza
Guerrera has spent her entire life trying to hide in the shadows. It didn’t do
her any good. An orphan from the former Puerto Rico region, Lyza’s foreign
looks simply attract danger, including Barrick. Fortunately for her, Barrick
doesn’t seem to have any interest in her, or anyone else for that
matter.
After
meeting under extreme circumstances, Barrick begrudgingly allows Lyza to tag
along with him. Threatening his former employer and witnessing a near upheaval
of his old militia camp has given Barrick the realization that circumstances
are not only worse than he thought, but he and Lyza are stuck in the middle of
it all.
When it
seems like their situation can’t possibly get worse, the strength of the
Defects seems to be growing with numbers, and Barrick’s sanity begins to waver
amidst it all. Will he get Lyza and her precious cargo to safety or will his
uncontrollable feelings and impending psychosis prevent him from reaching their
much needed destination?
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Barrick
kneeled down next to Lyza, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward him. “Get
on my shoulders.”
“What?” Lyza
almost laughed in disbelief. “I’m a grown woman. A pregnant grown woman. You
don’t honestly think you’re going to give me a ride on your shoulders, do you?”
Barrick yanked on her hand again before forcing her leg to swing up and over
his shoulder.
“Either you
get on or you run. Based on the lack of color in your face and the shit you
just barfed all over the floor, I think it’s safe to say you’re in no condition
to run right now. So, get on.” Barrick was in no mood for games, and Lyza
obviously heard it in his voice. He was sure she knew exactly why the sirens
had gone off, but it apparently mattered to her what it would look like to be
flying around the militia camp, perched atop Barrick’s shoulders like a
toddler. Barrick smirked to himself. He was more enjoying the thought of which
body part would be closest to his head while she played toddler.
“I’m a
seriously dirty minded fuck,” he mumbled to himself.
“What was
that?” Lyza asked, clinging as best she could to Barrick as he rose
effortlessly to his feet.
“Nothing, doll,” he responded with a clearing of his throat.
“Hold on tight.”
AUTHOR BIO
Somewhere amidst her forty-hour job and playtime
with her son, Rachel finds time to walk the streets of worlds only existing on
manmade paper. She resides in small college town Northwestern Nebraska with her
son, just a few blocks away from her parents. She enjoys socializing with
adults, sipping sweetened iced tea, and head banging to music that doesn't
carry a beat worth the effort of rock star hair slinging.
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