Just in case you missed last week's email, or if you're just ramping up for summer and haven't had the time, Broken: Book 3 in the Daniel Briggs spinoff, is now available on Amazon. If you've read it and like it, please consider leaving a review. If you haven't purchased it yet, it's still discounted a bit at 3.99. Here's the link to purchase: getbook.at/BrokenDanielBriggs
Thanks to everyone who did buy a copy. Your support keeps this train rolling :)
As an added bonus I'm including the completely raw and unedited chapter of The Patriot Protocol, which should be live next month. Enjoy!
(CAUTION: The following contains unedited material that may be unsuitable for the grammatically inclined.)
The Tennessee Zone
I shot the first one in the face. I didn’t mean to. It wasn’t how I’d been trained. Center mass. Always center mass. It gives you the greatest chance of hitting your target, the head the smallest.
So when the first bullet exploded out of back of the intruder’s head, I adjusted my aim and shot him twice in the chest. Probably didn’t need to, but it was habit.
The dead’s man’s accomplice, all arms the size of tree trunks and belly like a barrel, raised his rifle to shoot. I felt the bullet whiz by my head. It was that close, like a bumble bee doing a fly by.
My first shot didn’t miss, and neither did my second. He took the rounds in the chest with wide eyes, like he was thinking, “How the hell did I just get shot?”
Really? How could he think that? He came into my house, where I try and keep my wife and three kids safe, and he has the balls to think, no assume, that he might not get shot? I shot him again, the old anger palpable now. It tasted like iron nails in my mouth, the sedentary me gone for the briefest moment.
I watched the second intruder squirm for a moment, my pistol always aimed should he be stupid enough to raise his weapon at me or my family again. The movement in front of me stopped.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. I counted deliberately, another old habit.
My breathing slowed, the adrenaline sap leaving me a couple levels drained.
That’s when I remembered they were there, my two oldest. It had been my daughter’s scream that brought me running, and now when I turned to face them, she stared at me with blank eyes, shock pure and simple. I wanted to run to her and hold her beautiful face against my chest, but I decided to give her a moment. This was a new reality, much worse than before, and in my mind I knew that she would come to deal with it in her own way. My sweet child, the innocent one who took offense at even the most childish slight. Most days she was nine going on nineteen, but now she looked ever bit her age.
Then there was my son, all boy at almost seven years of age. He clung to his sister, not because he needed to, but because he somehow sensed that she did. He stared at me with a mixture of awe and trepidation, like he wanted to ask me what I was thinking or what I was feeling. He was always asking that sort of thing. Funny really. I called him my little professor.
Now they came to me, tentatively at first, and then running. My daughter didn’t let go of my neck, and my son stroked my back, as if I was the one needing consoling.
I smiled despite the dead a couple feet away. We were safe for the moment, and I inhaled them like the first time, when I’d marveled at their tiny toes and fingers in the delivery room. How I wished I could go back to that world, when safety was a given, and nights weren’t spent with a gun at my side, listening to the light snores of the children sleeping a few feet away.
But those days were gone, swept away by the violence that now threatened to envelop us again. I kiss my children on the head, lightly, like they might break. If I could only keep them alive for another day.
I am happy to announce that the third Daniel Briggs novel, Broken, is now available to purchase. As we've done before for you loyal friends, Broken will be available for 99-cents (USD) for a very limited time.
Don't wait! Get it
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(DON'T FORGET: If you need this in a format other than Kindle, buy the ebook on Amazon, email me the receipt, and I'll send you the other files types)
Oh, and if you still need to pickup the first Daniel Briggs novel, Adrift, it's also 99-cents today.
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I was lucky enough to spend the last week with three of my favorite writer friends. Not only did we write an arse load, but USA Today Bestselling Author Nick Webb and I realized we were launching new novels on the very same day.
Here's the great news for you: Nick is a military sci-fi writer who really gets the heart of a hero. In celebration of his new book Victory, and for a limited time, Nick is offering his book Constitution for only 99-cents.
Get it before the price jumps to $3.99. Here's the link:
If you're not yet convinced, here are some stats:
- Over 1200 4- and 5-star reviews. 4.4 average.
- Regular price $3.99. Save $3.
- Nearly 100,000 sold
- Feels like Battlestar Galactica, fast-paced, thrilling, high-octane fun. Military SciFi.
- Did I mention that Nick's a really cool guy?
I have seven novels slated for 2016. Here are two more you'll be seeing in coming months.