I am pleased to announce that Sunlost is released! Well, sort of. It has been available on Amazon’s Kindle for several days, as well as Smashwords.com (which offers formats for just about every conceivable reader, tablet, phone, and computer).A paperback version will soon be available at Amazon.com. As well, Sunlost will be released on Barnes and Noble’s Nook service, Apple’s iBook system, and Sony’s ebook store.

Frankly, most of the releasing is yet to be completed. However, those who wish to read Sunlost are currently able to get access either by Kindle or Smashwords, no matter what the preferred format may be. Check it out!

Sunlost Cover

And if this amazing cover isn’t enticing enough, here are two samples from the book to offer two different textures. Enjoy!

 

Leah threw the stick again and spoke up, “Well, there’s always hope. People can’t live forever, here. Sooner or later, this place will become uninhabitable.”

“Yeah, but that could be five hundred years from now. I just think it’s dangerous to get everyone focused on some future that may never come.”

“To ignore surviving, sure. But people can’t live without hope, Denver. You want to toss him one?” She handed me the stick.

Ace panted excitedly, not yet weary, poised with his front paws extended, nose near the ground. I grinned and pitched the painted rod off, sending the dog scrambling after. Leah knelt down to rustle through her shoulder bag, tossing two worn sitting pillows onto the granite. She drew out two bottles of water. “What’s she like? What’s her name again?”

“Lizeth Prater? She’s strange, sort of.” I reached out to take one of the bottles, but Leah pulled it away.

“Oh, no! This one’s for Ace. You and I are going to share.” She dug out a bowl and emptied one of the bottles into it.

“The dog gets one to himself and we have to share?” I joked sarcastically.

“Well, all right, you can share with him, then,” Leah teased back and we laughed. Ace dropped the stick and began lapping up the water, splashing it onto the stone floor.

“How’s she strange?”

“I dunno, she just didn’t seem as much like a relief worker. Not what I expected, anyway. She was sort of rude. Actually, she was bleeding and had a headache, and was separated from her team, so it wasn’t exactly a good day.”

Leah gulped some of the water and handed the bottle to me. “Isn’t she a technician?”
The bottle was almost to my lips when I grimaced and whined, “Yeah, yeah, we’re all anti-social jerks.” I took a drink.

She giggled. “Tactless, I would say, but a lot of entertainment for some of us.” I rolled my eyes only to be surprised when she leaned in and gave me a quick kiss. “You’re really a sweetie, deep down. And that’s why I love you, Denny.”

I felt the burn of my face blushing, already missing the touch of her soft lips pressed against mine, the warmth of her breath on his neck when we hugged.

 

“Denver! C’mon!” She screeched from the side of the Slopoke hatch, which was still open, even as the serrated edges of the causeway slipped by outside. The walls were dim under the mounted lights, brilliant where the surrounds flashed across them.

A persistent roar growled from the treads as they chewed past the gravelly granite and echoed off the uneven walls. Zeth held a rifle, exactly as I’d taught her. She knelt and leaned to fire through the open door. The chest-slamming, ear-splitting burst erupted from her rifle and snapped me into panic mode.

I seized another rifle from the locker, jammed a magazine into the port, and charged the action. “What are we shooting at?”

“Turn coming up!” Steck bellowed from the pilot’s seat. The Slopoke lurched to one side. I grabbed the gun locker to keep purchase with my feet. I could sense our pitch not merely angling to the side, but also upward. We were speeding through the causeway toward the dead end of the ocean-door!
When the Slopoke found the next straightway, I helped Zeth get back to her crouched position; then took up my own on the other side of the hatch. “We’re being chased?”

She pointed just as a Waja Slopoke lumbered around the bend, a fierce-looking gun mounted to its roof. She fired a burst and ducked back in, “They came past the entrance and doubled back,” she spat, eyes alive with energy.

I leaned out and tried to center a few semi-auto shots on the windshield, as many as I could manage between the pitching of our treads. I fired four times, though I couldn’t tell whether a single round even hit the pursuing vehicle. The enemy turret sprayed a torrent of rounds, the impacts snapping into our rear armor with chilling cracks before the short burst of muzzle blast arrived. Zeth and I both ducked back reflexively.

My thumb tripped the fire-mode selector and I emptied half of the magazine at the Wajas, my ears begging for mercy. That time I saw a few sparks fly with the impact of rounds. I tried to assess what damage I managed to inflict, at least until Steck called out another turn.

I grabbed the edge of the hatch and held on as our Slopoke barreled around another tight curve. The pursuers lit up their turret trying to catch us before we angled away, managing only to pulverize dust and chips from the rock outcroppings.

 

I like these bits fine, but I really wrestled with how carefully I had to cut around the story. No sense in spoiling the plot though. I’ll see about digging a few more samples out for the other releases soon to follow.

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