Virtual Book Tour Dates: 7/9/14 – 7/23/14
Genres: Dystopian, Post-Apocalyptic, SciFi
Series: Graham’s Resolution, Book 2
Tour Promo Price: $.99 Countdown Deal: 7/10/14 – 7/17/14
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Blurb:
What the world dreads most has
already happened. Now, there is only survival.
In her dystopian and post-apocalyptic bestselling novel, The China Pandemic, A. R. Shaw created a realistic world after a much too plausible pandemic event. Now, the remaining must not only survive but thrive or risk complete extinction. The story moves forward with...
The Cascade Preppers
Graham is back in book two of the Graham's Resolution series. In the tiny town of Cascade, Washington, the members of Graham's camp endure a severe winter season. Meanwhile, The Prepper community remains dedicated to isolation and maintains their benevolent relationship. Tensions rise when tragedy strikes. The human traits of community and compassion are pitted against instincts to survive. Will they be doomed by their own efforts to coexist? Read the ongoing saga of Graham's Resolution, Book 2, The Cascade Preppers, for the startling revelation.
In her dystopian and post-apocalyptic bestselling novel, The China Pandemic, A. R. Shaw created a realistic world after a much too plausible pandemic event. Now, the remaining must not only survive but thrive or risk complete extinction. The story moves forward with...
The Cascade Preppers
Graham is back in book two of the Graham's Resolution series. In the tiny town of Cascade, Washington, the members of Graham's camp endure a severe winter season. Meanwhile, The Prepper community remains dedicated to isolation and maintains their benevolent relationship. Tensions rise when tragedy strikes. The human traits of community and compassion are pitted against instincts to survive. Will they be doomed by their own efforts to coexist? Read the ongoing saga of Graham's Resolution, Book 2, The Cascade Preppers, for the startling revelation.
Excerpt:
Chapter
1
The
early winter sky cast in vibrant lavender led to piercing blue north
of the horizon. It was as cold as hell is hot, if you can imagine the
heat of hell as freezing. Graham pulled in the weighted line, hand
over hand. He wrapped the twine from hand to elbow while staring down
the murky blue ice hole of the frozen lake. The brown trout came
squirming its way up the ice tunnel towards him, till it met its last
fate.
Sam
reached out and grabbed the greedy guy that currently hung in midair.
Tearing the hook from its mouth, he dropped the frigid fish into a
pail with its brothers. They went for quantity over size when fishing
in the shallow waters beneath the ice, but the chore of getting
enough to feed them all had taken a little longer than usual this
morning. The sky had already gone from deep plum with a moon
encircled in a fine mist to daylight so intense, eye protection and
extra layers of fur to contain the fleeting warmth were called for.
Once
they’d caught enough for everyone’s breakfast, they silently
gathered their gear to make their way back up the trail to camp. Like
any two men who’d worked the same routine, they would perform their
job without uttering a single word with regards to the task. “Get
your nose out of there, Sheriff,” Graham gently warned the dog in a
worn, low voice as he caught him peering into the bucket. “You’ll
get your share.” He tousled the dog’s head and picked up their
morning haul. Sam came up behind him with the other lines after he’d
covered the ice holes with spare plywood to keep them from freezing
over too much.
“Ready?”
Sam asked.
“Yeah.”
They
crunched along the reliable crust as their boots echoed in the vast
open until they met the trail between the trees. Mark had recently
finished clearing the paths from that night’s continuous onslaught
of snow.
As
they walked up into the clearing, Bang, dressed in his snow gear from
head to toe, tossed scraps to the chickens as they scampered all
around him eager for their meager delicacies. Sheriff ran up ahead to
help out his young friend. Amused that the dog didn’t understand
why they kept the birds caged, nor why he wasn’t allowed to visit
with them inside the coop, Graham laughed. The hens often ran away
and rudely, collectively, scurried to the other end of their
enclosure when Sheriff came to greet them each morning.
Graham
called out to Bang, “Make sure you give them fresh water.”
“I
always do,” Bang replied looking put out by the unnecessary
reminder, then his expression changed. “Mark told me to tell you,
Ennis isn’t up yet.”
“All
right, thanks. I’ll give him a hand.” The two men walked in
silence past the front of the cabin. Sam seemed to be pondering
something which wasn’t unusual for the man. After spending the
entire day with him, other than a nod or an occasional word, he
didn’t say much, but Graham always suspected Sam was either
thinking ahead or mourning his daughter. Whether he’d ever let
another in on his thoughts, was anyone’s guess, so it surprised
Graham when he spoke up.
“You
know, he won’t see another winter. You might want to be prepared
for that, Graham.”
Graham
spoke softly. “Yeah, I’ve pretty much figured that out.” “We’re
losing him a little each day. He rarely talks, but when he does it’s
always warnings. Like, he’s trying to give us as much as he can
before he goes.” Graham stopped in mid-stride and scuffed his boot
at the ice, sending crystals a few feet forward. “I’m thankful we
had him for as long as we did.”
Sam
clapped him on the back in understanding. He liked Ennis too. The old
man had even shown Sam a thing or two about carving the little wooden
figurines he made for Addy, the daughter he could see and hear, but
never again touch. If a man taught you something useful in life, he
was a keeper in Sam’s book.
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About the Author:
A. R. Shaw, born in south Texas, moved
to Washington State in the late eighties. Always writing quietly in
what little spare time available while participating in the U.S. Air
Force Reserves as a Radio Operator and business owner. Only now
embracing a writing passion full time and finding a place in the
author's community, Shaw has found a following of avid readers along
the way.
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