Apr 1

Sample #2 from Upcoming Novel ANOMALY (Prologue Posted Yesterday)

Posted on Tuesday, April 1, 2014 in Uncategorized

To drum up interest in my upcoming post-apocalyptic novel Anomaly – think Hunger Games and Divergent, but very different — I’m posting some samples. I posted the Prologue yesterday, so you should read that first. I expect to release Anomaly somewhere around mid-May (but maybe sooner.)  Enjoy!

CHAPTER  ONE

“Leah, one’s coming!”

Radar’s voice is loud but not panicked as she grabs me by the wrist. I don’t have to ask what’s coming. I already know. Radar’s tone can mean only one thing—an Anomaly is about to appear, somewhere nearby. She’s already pulled her oversized pink-framed sunglasses from her head.

“Where?” I ask, automatically reaching for the handle of the machete strapped to my back. I swing my head from side to side even though I know I won’t see anything yet. Anomalies can be deadly even if nothing dangerous comes through—the physical forces accompanying the opening of a portal can rip a body or a building apart. More times than not, however, something dangerous does come with it—usually something very dangerous. It’s doubtful I’ll have to deal with it, but I keep my grip on my blade nonetheless. Though I’ve practiced with the machete for countless hours, I’ve never used it for real yet. Still, the feel of the leather handle in my palm is at least somewhat reassuring.

“Over there,” Radar replies, pointing to a coffee shop/restaurant across the street.

Radar’s given name is Kristin, but almost nobody except her parents calls her that. She’s been my best friend almost from the day she was born, which was just one day after me. The outdoor patio of the place she’s watching is crowded, even though there’s been no real coffee available to the general public for at least a decade. Instead, patrons are sipping satz-coff with their snacks. Brewed from old palm fronds and laced with artificial caffeine, the coffee substitute—short for ersatz coffee—is the drink of choice for caffeine junkies despite its bitter taste.

Radar takes off her fluorescent orange ball cap—the only hat of that color allowed in the entire District of San Diego—and begins waving it wildly over her head. Freed from the cap, her long black hair begins blowing in the breeze. Whether the wind is coming from the nearby ocean or is a sign of the approaching Anomaly I don’t know and I don’t care.

“Get out, everyone!” she shouts. “Anomaly!”

Every person in the District over the age of four knows that when they see an orange hat waving, it’s time to get a move on, pronto. Radar’s Power is that she can see Anomalies before they occur. That’s where her nickname comes from—the magical power she has to detect Anomalies. Some of the older folks—Befores, we youngsters call them—say there was a character named Radar on a popular television show who could hear helicopters approaching before anyone else, but we Afters don’t know anything about that. Heck, we’ve never even seen television, only pictures of what it used to look like. Radar’s Power is also why she’s got the only bright orange cap in the District, so that when people see it waving they know it’s the real thing. I sometimes joke with her that she should carry a stick to hold her cap up high so more people can see. She’s only five-three—nearly half a head shorter than me. Now is not a time for joking, though.

Not everyone can hear her, but at least some of the people have seen the waving cap and are rushing toward the gate. Cries of “Anomaly” are starting to echo through the air. More than a few bared sword blades now gleam in the morning sunlight. Every citizen receives an hour of weapons training every day—blades and handguns, mostly—but the real dirty work is almost always done by the military. I hope that’s going to be the case today.

There’s no telling how long we have. Radar’s Power is not exact. Sometimes she gets almost ten minutes of warning time, sometimes only a minute. I push Radar toward the street.

“Go get them out,” I say. “I’ll find a patrol.” Without waiting for a reply, I begin running up the street, grabbing the whistle hanging around my neck and blowing it as I run. I know Radar will be fine. She always gets a second warning right before the Anomaly happens and will have time to get away.

Patrols are numerous and constant, but the District is large. I just hope there’s one near enough to hear my whistle and get back to the corner on time. It’s a crime to sound a whistle for any reason other than to summon a patrol to an emergency, so when they hear it, they’ll come rushing. I yank my soiled green and yellow cap from my head, making my short, red-streaked dark blond hair visible. Plenty of soldiers will recognize me as Colonel Gallway’s daughter. More importantly, they’ll know I’m Radar’s best friend. Every soldier in the district knows who Radar is. As long as one member of whatever patrol I find recognizes me, precious seconds will be saved by not having to explain who I am.

I run two blocks east before I finally hear an answering whistle. It’s coming from the north, so I turn left. A couple hundred feet ahead, I spot the familiar camouflage uniforms of a patrol. They are double-timing it toward me, so I stop and wait, trying to catch my breath. It can’t have taken me more than a minute or so to run the two blocks, so hopefully we still have time.

When the soldiers are almost upon me, I turn and fall into step beside the patrol leader. He’s a man I know, Sergeant. Anderson.

“Radar sensed an Anomaly,” I say, still breathing hard. “Two blocks east, by Café Palms.”

“Gotcha,” Anderson grunts.

The soldiers increase their pace, leaving me to trail behind. I run after them, glad for their speed, since every second counts. Seventeen-year-old girls just do not run as fast as veteran Marines, but I do my best.

I arrive back by the café just a few seconds after them. The dozen Marines have already fanned out, directed by Radar to surround the now empty patio garden, their weapons pointed inward. Every patrol includes two men with flamethrowers—the Marines have learned from experience that automatic rifles are not always effective against what may come out of an Anomaly. Sergeant Anderson has placed a flamethrower on each side of the garden. I see him talking on his ancient walkie-talkie, reporting The Incident. Reinforcements will be ready if he needs them. The device he is holding to his ear is huge, nearly a foot long and bulky. I’ve seen cell phones, how sleek and tiny they were. We Befores talk about how everyone used to own one and of the almost miraculous things you could do with them. No more, though. The electromagnetic radiation they produce is a magnet for Anomalies, and so the cells have been outlawed. Only the military owns them anymore, and they use them only for brief, long-distance communications. My dad says most of the cell towers no longer work anyhow.

I move next to Radar. We’re standing across the street from the soldiers, part of a small crowd of anxious people, most of whom were sitting on that very patio just a few moments ago.

With its green plants, pink and red bougainvillea blossoms and white trellis, the garden seems much too lovely to be the source of any danger, but I’ve never known Radar to be wrong. Her dark eyes are glistening as she stares toward the patio. I follow her gaze. Not for the first time, I wonder what she is seeing. She’s tried to explain it, but whenever she tries to describe it, her mind seems to go blank and she can’t remember. But as soon as she sees another one, she knows immediately what it is. I guess Powers often work like that. I wouldn’t really know—I don’t have a Power, though by all rights, I should have one.

Suddenly, the air in the garden seems to bend and shimmer, like heat waves rising from an asphalt surface on a hot day. These aren’t heat waves though. For one thing, the temperature is very pleasant—mid-sixties, I’d guess—and more importantly, the lines are horizontal, not vertical. A barely audible high-pitched whine accompanies the disturbance in the air. The whine and the strange bending of the air are the only signs anyone other than Radar gets that an Anomaly is unfolding. If you’re unfortunate enough to be caught in it, it’s too late. No one is quite sure what happens to people trapped in an Anomaly, but we do know they’re never seen again.

Once again, my hand finds the grip of my machete, just in case. Out of the corner of my eye I notice that Radar has grabbed the hilt of her sword.

I’ve witnessed enough Anomalies to know what’s coming next, but my breath still catches when the plants and furniture begin to slowly crumble, ripped apart by the Anomaly’s powerful vibrations. A black circle appears in the middle, expanding rapidly until it’s taller than a man. The crowd grows silent. This is the moment of truth. Will something rush out from the portal or will it just vanish?

Black shapes leap from the darkness, moving with almost impossible quickness. The Marines are well-trained, though, and almost as soon as the creatures appear rifle fire echoes through the air and the two flamethrowers erupt with a loud whoosh. Two streams of sizzling yellow flame envelop the entire patio. Just before the creatures vanish in the flames, I recognize some of them for what they are—vampires. Thank goodness for the flamethrowers—automatic rifles are virtually useless against the creatures, unless you’re lucky enough to blast one’s head completely off from its neck. Even though it’s mid-morning and the sun is shining, at least a few of the vampires probably would have made it to the cover of shade before the sunlight burned them. A shiver runs up my spine as I wonder once again what kind of nightmare world lies on the other side of the portals.

Finally, the flamethrowers grow silent. The Marines move carefully toward the wreckage of the patio, making sure nothing dangerous is left. Only a few black sticks poke up from the charred rubble. I can smell the burnt wood and garden from across the street. I don’t like to think about what else is mixed up in that smoky odor, but I’m pretty sure nothing dangerous has survived the fire.

Fortunately, Anomalies are not all that frequent anymore—usually only one a month or so inside the District’s fences. Except in December, that is. For some reason, as the anniversary of The Incident draws near, Anomalies appear more often. Radar doesn’t get much sleep in December.

How often Anomalies occur outside the solar-powered electric fence and light towers that surround the District is anybody’s guess. But there are more than a few deadly creatures roaming the Outside—and not all of them came through a portal. Fortunately, fire and light are useful weapons against most of them—hence the light towers that encircle the District. The creatures’ aversion to bright light makes our scientists wonder if their world is unnaturally dark.

Our scientists also theorize that Anomalies may have occurred naturally in the distant past, though rarely. They think the creatures that entered our world back then formed the basis of the myths and legends that still fill humankind’s nightmares, which is why so many of the monsters that come through now are familiar to us. Tales of vampires, werewolves, dragons and trolls, to name just a few, may have been inspired by real-life creatures who came through one of those naturally occurring portals long ago.

The crowd watches the soldiers for a few moments before slowly dispersing. The patio is now just another of the many pockets of ruin in the District. Some are burned like this one, others are just crumbled messes. No one ever rebuilds where an Anomaly has occurred. There’s no reason to. San Diego has more than enough places to house and support the dwindling population.

A few people take the time to pat Radar on the shoulder and thank her as they leave.

“Thank the lord for the Miracles,” a woman murmurs.

She’s not talking about what just happened when she says Miracles. She’s talking about people—very special people. Radar is a Miracle. So am I. There are seven of us in the District. The name Miracle has nothing to do with Powers, though every Miracle but me has one. The name was given long before any Powers evidenced themselves. It was bestowed upon us at birth. Indeed, our births were the Miracle.

We live in a world of dichotomies. There are the Befores and the Afters, there’s Inside and Outside, and most scarily, Here and There. There is no dichotomy for the Miracles, though. We are singular, unique.

There were dichotomies in the world before The Incident, as the terrible event in San Francisco has come to be called, but they were more general: good and evil, night and day, hot and cold. They all still exist, of course—especially good and evil—but more specific pairings have emerged as well. The Befores are everyone born before December 21, 2021—the day of The Incident. Naturally, the Afters were born later—much later. I’ll get back to that in a moment. Inside means within the District’s boundaries, where although life can be perilous, it’s a bucolic paradise compared to the dangers that lurk Outside. Outside is the world beyond the barriers, where life is usually short, and death—or worse—can be horrific and painful. Outside is not somewhere you ever want to be.

When I was younger, I used to fantasize about venturing out beyond the barrier in search of adventure, but my dad quickly disabused me of those notions with just a few stories of his trips Outside as a young Marine. There are other Districts besides ours, and thus other Insides, but fewer and fewer every year. Dad says some of it is probably just loss of communication as certain technologies fail, but others have undoubtedly been wiped out. Here and There are simple. Here is our world; There is whatever lies on the other side of the portals. Based on the things that come through those openings, I’m pretty sure that There is an even more dangerous place than Outside.

But back to us Miracles. For a full ten years after The Incident, no children were born. That’s right—none, zero, zilch. No babies born anywhere in the world, as far as anyone can tell. A small number of women became pregnant each year, but every birth was stillborn. No one knows why. Then in one week, beginning on the tenth anniversary of The Incident, seven children were born here in San Diego. To this day, no one has any idea why it happened at that time, and why in San Diego. Most people had given up hope and thought the human race was headed to extinction. The fervently religious believed it was the Apocalypse, slower and more drawn out than expected, but they nevertheless awaited the Rapture.

And then, out of nowhere, I was born healthy and alive in the wee hours of the morning of December 21, 2031. The next day, Radar arrived. And then came Lights, the first male child. Plush, Rerun and Doc followed, with Sneak bringing up the rear. All of them were born before New Years Day. Suddenly, it seemed the human race might not be doomed after all. That’s why we’re called Miracles. We brought hope where previously none had existed.

Each ensuing year, more and more children have been born. Not just in San Diego, but in the other Districts as well. This year, nearly a thousand babies have arrived just in our District. None but the seven of us born in those last days of 2031 have a Power, but people don’t care about that. No one knows why things suddenly changed. They’re just happy to hear the sounds of children again, despite the decaying technologies and the dangers of the Anomalies. And nobody underestimates those dangers, believe me.

Mar 31

Excerpt #1 from Upcoming Post-Apocalyptic Fantasy Novel ANOMALY

Posted on Monday, March 31, 2014 in Uncategorized

I’m expecting to release my newest novel, ANOMALY, sometime in May. So it’s time to start drumming up interest with some excerpts. Here is the Prologue from the book:

PROLOGUE

Alcatraz Island, December 21, 2021

 

A SINGLE KEYSTROKE changed the world forever.

Three men huddled in front of the computer monitor. The guy pecking at the keyboard appeared young enough to pass for a college student, and his jeans and black T-shirt with a dripping red peace symbol on the front did nothing to disabuse the notion. The other two men—one in his mid-fifties, the other long past sixty—stood behind him, each dressed in a white lab coat. Their hunched postures betrayed their eagerness for this last task to be completed. The big moment was nearly at hand—the moment they had devoted eight years, countless man-hours and millions of dollars toward.

All three men were universally acclaimed to be among the top people in their respective fields. Ask the CEO of any tech giant to list the top five computer programmers in the world and Briggs Sullivan—the man typing at the keyboard—would show up on every list. He had joined the project two years earlier, at the ripe old age of twenty-four. The man on the right was Timothy O’Neill, fifty six years old with doctorates from MIT in both mechanical and electrical engineering. O’Neill’s tall, skinny frame had long ago earned him the nickname “The Stork,” although nobody called him that to his face.

The third man was the project leader, Steven Harrington, widely regarded throughout the scientific community as the most brilliant physicist since Albert Einstein. He was a fireplug of a man whose shock of white hair rivaled the unruly mop of his idol.

Sullivan’s fingers suddenly stopped moving. “It’s done,” he said. “The final fix is in place. All that’s left is to send it.”

Harrington clapped his hands together once. “Excellent. These next few minutes will change the course of human history.”

Sullivan twisted his neck around and looked back at his older colleague. “Are you sure you won’t reconsider waiting? Just until New Year’s. That’s only eleven days.”

Harrington sighed and shook his head. “Look around you, Briggs. Do you know how much it costs to run this place for just one day?”

Sullivan’s eyes swept the room. It truly was an impressive complex. The central chamber had been hollowed out from the main cellblock of the famous old prison. The room was almost two hundred feet long and a hundred feet wide, with an arched ceiling towering nearly forty feet high in the center. Most of the huge place was filled with oversized machines and equipment, including a pair of giant magnetic field generators and a miniature—if something ten feet tall and twenty feet around could be called miniature—particle accelerator. Outside, a power plant capable of producing enough electricity to run a small city buzzed ceaselessly. Computer and power cables snaked throughout the room.

In the center of this mass of equipment stood a small, circular, platinum-coated platform. A tiny robotic rover that looked like a shrunken version of the old Mars Exploration Rovers sat on the edge of the platform. The rover was O’Neill’s baby, and the engineer was anxious to put his creation to the test.

“You’re not still worried about the silly Mayan thing, are you Briggs?” O’Neill asked, shaking his head. “I can’t believe a man of your intelligence would buy into that crap.”

“It’s not crap. I did the calculations myself.” In addition to being a genius programmer, Sullivan had long been fascinated by archeology.

“Didn’t you learn anything from 2012?” Harrington asked. “Half the world was going cuckoo with that End of the World stuff, all because the Mayan calendar ended in December 2012. Heck, that was a thousand years further out than they needed to go.”

“That’s just the point,” Sullivan persisted. “Their calendar didn’t end in 2012. Somewhere in the early translations, two of the digits got reversed. The error was never caught, so it carried through in all future research. The calendar actually ends on December 21, 2021.” He interlaced his fingers in front of his chest and gently cracked his knuckles. “That’s today, in case you’ve forgotten. I just don’t think it’s very smart to try this today. Why take the chance?”

“You afraid we’re going to anger the gods or something,” O’Neill teased.

“I’m going to have to overrule you, Briggs,” Harrington said. He picked up a microphone. “Everyone to their stations. Project Morlock is about to commence.”

Harrington laid his hand on Sullivan’s shoulder. “Go ahead—send it.”

Sullivan shrugged. He wasn’t really invested in the whole Mayan thing. He merely thought it might be smart to be careful—just in case. He pressed the enter key.

The chamber immediately came alive. Lights flashed and machines hummed. So much power flowed into the room that the floor vibrated, even though it had been laid upon the solid rock of the island. Dozens of pairs of eyes moved back and forth from the gauges and monitors in front of them to the platform in the middle of the room. The most important of these technicians was the one who sat with his hand next to a red Abort button that would immediately cut off all power to the machines should something go wrong.

His programming done, Sullivan had no need to watch the monitor. His eyes were glued to the platform and the rover, just like the eyes of his two comrades.

For a few moments, nothing happened as the magnets built up power and the particle accelerator streamed invisible neutrinos and other particles into hundreds and then thousands of unseen collisions.

Suddenly, a tiny black dot appeared just above the platinum dais. Sullivan rubbed his eyes to make sure the dot was not just a trick of his vision. The thing grew slowly larger, no longer a dot. It looked like a spinning black globe now.

“It’s working!” Harrington exclaimed. “We’ve done it!”

Sullivan found he was holding his breath, so he forced himself to exhale. The black thing was now the size of a basketball. It was big enough now to see that it was not a globe at all—it was an opening. If their calculations were correct, they had just created a portal—a portal back into time.

“Why is it so dark?” O’Neill asked. “It’s barely past noon. Shouldn’t it be the same time in there, just a year earlier?”

“Who cares?” Harrington said. “There may be some minor detail about this that we don’t understand. Send your rover in.”

O’Neill picked up a small black device that looked like a video game controller and pressed a couple of buttons. The rover rolled toward the opening. Everyone watched in fascination as the tiny contraption disappeared into the blackness. The portal was now more than four feet in diameter and still expanding.

“Radiation normal,” called a voice from behind them, reading the signals from the now invisible rover.

“Temperature thirty-nine degrees,” reported another voice.

The skin on the back of Sullivan’s neck began to tingle. Why was it so dark and cold in there? He’d checked—the temperature on Alcatraz on this day last year had been fifty-seven. The overnight low had been forty-eight. Just where in hell had they sent the rover?

“I’m not liking this,” he said. “Maybe we should bring it back and see what’s going on.”

“Nonsense,” Harrington replied. “To borrow a phrase, we’re venturing where no man has gone before. We’re bound to run into a few unexpected things.”

Suddenly, the rover came hurtling out of the black globe as if it had been thrown by some invisible hand. Behind it came a dark form, then another and another. Some appeared manlike in shape, some not.

Sullivan’s eyes widened in horror. He didn’t know what these things were, but he knew fangs and claws when he saw them.

“Abort!” he screamed. “For god’s sake, abort!” Vampire was his last thought before a pair of fangs ripped into his throat.

The technician reached for the red abort button. Before his finger could press it, a set of razor sharp teeth in a lizard-like jaw clamped down on his hand, biting it off at the wrist. The portal kept growing and dark forms continued pouring out.

Dr. Harrington had been right. December 21, 2021 was the day the world changed forever.

Oct 28

STEFAN Is Now Available on Amazon, B&N and Smashwords

Posted on Monday, October 28, 2013 in Uncategorized

My latest novel, Stefan, is now available in ebook form at Amazon, B&N and Smashwords.

Readers of all ages have been captivated by the passion and supernatural dangers of the Blue Fire Saga. Now, for the first time, we see the story through the eyes of the mysterious vampire Stefan. STEFAN contains many exciting new tales from his long vampire existence, as well as a retelling of episodes in the Blue Fire Saga books recounted from Stefan’s vampire point of view.

STEFAN is a must read for any Blue Fire Saga fan who wants a view into the heart and soul of this favorite Blue Fire character. Don’t delay—get your copy now!

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Sep 27

Audio Book of BREATHLESS Is in Production

Posted on Friday, September 27, 2013 in Uncategorized

An audio version of Breathless should be available somwhere around 12/1/13. I’m excited! Stay tuned…

Here’s a sample of the narration. Enjoy!

AudioPrologue and Chapter1

Jun 8

Letting Go is FREE on Amazon until Monday, Midnight!

Posted on Saturday, June 8, 2013 in Uncategorized

Letting Go, book one in the XXX-rated Letting Go series is FREE on Amazon.com until Midnight Monday (PDT), 6/10. Go grab yours now!

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00BLSZLY0

http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00BLSZLY0

From Jennifer, narrator of Letting Go: “I’ve taken far more books to bed than I have men — and I’ve been disappointed far less often.”

For Mature Audiences only, please.

May 10

Breathless Is Now FREE on Amazon and Barnes&Noble

Posted on Friday, May 10, 2013 in Uncategorized

BIG NEWS! Breathless, Book One in the critically acclaimed paranormal romance series The Blue Fire Saga, is now FREE on Amazon and B&N.

Breathless has garnered 77 five-star reviews on Amazon. So what are you waiting for? Get yours now and spread the word!

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“Breathless is a truly captivating read. The characters are impossible to forget.” ~ VampireRomanceBooks.com

“Breathless is a book you will fall in love with and want to read over and over again.” ~ Bite This! Vampire Book Blog

“Breathless takes you on a spellbinding adventure.” ~ SassyBookLovers.blogspot.com

Apr 20

FALLING DEEPER, book 3 in the ultra hot Letting Go series is now avaiable.

Posted on Saturday, April 20, 2013 in Uncategorized

FALLING DEEPER, book 3 in the Letting Go series, is now available in ebook form on Amazon and B&N. Go grab your copy now! This novella is XXX-rated and intended for Mature Audiences only.

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Mar 14

This Weekend — Books 1 and 2 of the Blue Fire Saga Free on Amazon!

Posted on Thursday, March 14, 2013 in Uncategorized

For the first time ever, books 1 AND 2 (Breathless and Deathless) will be free on Amazon.com. This offer will be good only on 3/16 and 3/17, so mark your calendars and tell your friends. This is a great way to be introduced to the fabulous Blue Fire Saga.

BREATHLESS: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004U6WM7E

DEATHLESS: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B005M4VGNE

Feb 28

Brand New! XXX-rated Novella LETTING GO.

Posted on Thursday, February 28, 2013 in Uncategorized

Scott Prussing’s brand new XXX-rated novella LETTING GO is now available (ebook only) at Amazon and B&N.

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00BLSZLY0/

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/letting-go-st-prussing/1046131282

Here’s a Reader Review:

“To say this story is HOT would be an understatement. In LETTING GO, Scott excels at turning up the heat, giving you a very short respite to recover, and then cranking it up to blazing hot. The story is filled with high tension and sizzling scenes that will leave you needing a few cold showers to cool down.”

Feeling bored and unfulfilled, Jennifer seeks excitement exploring the online personals. Driven by a need she does not fully understand, she responds to an ad that is definitely on the kinky side, never dreaming that she will actually follow through with a meeting. But on the other side of the ad is a man who seems able to peer inside her head and heart at will. When Jennifer knocks on his door, she is drawn into a sensual and sexual world she never knew existed…

This book is rated XXX and is intended for MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.

 

 

Feb 10

Valentine’s Special Edition — 4 Book Blue Fire Saga set.

Posted on Sunday, February 10, 2013 in Uncategorized

In honor of Valentine’s Day, I have created a special 4 book set of Blue Fire Saga books — Breathless, Deathless, Helpless and Fearless. This SPECIAL VALENTINE’S EDITION saves 60% over purchasing the books individually! Makes a GREAT GIFT for a special friend. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00BD8CVM8

This special edition will disappear after Valentine’s Day, so act now! I wanted to price this set at $12.99 (which would still be an amazing deal) but Amazon cuts my royalty rate in half for anything over 9.99. So my loss is your gain! Please share this!