aurorawatcherak "I hold it, that a little rebellion, now and then, is a good thing, and as necessary in the political world as storms in the physical."
Multi-genre author Lela Markham is entering into the YA market with the first book in “What If…Wasn’t” series.
$2.99 while on preorder. Price will increase to retail March 18.
Red Kryptonite Curve
Never judge a book by its cover.
Peter Wyngate’s life is easy – viewed from the outside. Handsome, intelligent, athletic, musically talented, he can have any girl he wants. His father’s a rich powerful man who can send his kid on European summer tours and bestow cool cars. He’s got a great best friend and a fiercely loyal sister.
In a matter of days at the end of the summer before heading to college, Peter learns that all the advantages of his life might actually be stumbling blocks when influenced by red kryptonite.
The medical center held the
priority for fuel, so had lights, kept low to save electricity. The patients
all slept. Shane went into the room where Mike slumbered under a heavy dose of
sedatives. His temperature still ran high. Shane looked at the blood-tinged pus
in the bag hanging beside the bed. The yellow-green color didn’t bode well for
his friend’s survival.
God, we could use your help here.
Where did that come from?
Driving through a mortar barrage, he found a rudimentary belief in the god he’d
so long denied. Shane found it convenient to blame the eternal crap bag for all
the evil in the world, but he didn’t expect him to be a cosmic sugar daddy.
That kind of delusion belonged to people who thought the meddlesome old man in
the long white beard loved them. He
knew if his parents’ god was real,
he’d lose no love on a monster like Shane. God’s love of monsters stood in the
way of Shane even believing in him. Men like King David, with hundreds of
deaths on their hands, didn’t deserve heaven.
I deserve death.
Did Mike? Probably a
card-carrying member of the asshole in arms did, yeah. Did Alicia deserve to be
alone, pregnant and unprotected in a world now spun out of control? All of
morality pivoted there for Shane. He knew he
deserved death by painful torture, but he also knew that would hurt his parents deeply and the knowledge kept his
9mm in its back holster and not in his mouth. He had to do his best to not hurt
himself while they still needed his skills.
Julian headed off in the
direction he’d indicated, carrying two gas cans, the wrecking bar he used for
self-defense trailing out the back of his coat like a metal tail, his feet
crunching dried leaves.
The empty street of clapboard
houses and neat hedges on narrow sidewalks gave Perry the creeps. It felt like
one of those horror movies where you find a deserted town and then the zombies
climb out of the cellars. He popped the hood and methodically worked his way
through the fluids – oil, transmission, brake, steering, and radiator. The
truck’s age made windshield wiper fluid unnecessary. They needed to find a gas
station with a working air hose. That back left tire looked a little squishy.
They needed to get more trade goods. Perry had always been an honest man and it
didn’t come naturally to think about stealing, but there might be stuff in
these houses they could exchange for what they needed. Joseph had enormous
resources that he couldn’t access in the current circumstances, but surely Ren
Sullivan’s fortune didn’t go poof when the electrical grid fried. He’d have to
talk to Joseph when he and Katharine came back.
He heard a scrape of a sole
on pavement a split second before he felt the barrel of a gun in his right
kidney.
