I just went down to my local paper and handed them a press release about my books. I will be at our Blackfoot Chamber of Commerce Luncheon June 10 to display my books 11:00am. If you're in the area come into Stinger's Restaurant and say Hi.
My third book will be released June 1st to Kindle and other ebook formats. Still science fiction, my characters go on the hunt to solve a family mystery. Who is stealing family heirlooms that have little value except sentimental? Who are the night riders and will the police catch them? Paths cross at the oddest times. How will the newest family member be received? Come step into the 25th century family, has it really changed that much?
Paperback will be out later with black and white pics added.
© A. Nation
In my first two books, Similar But Not the Same and Deflection A Race Against time, I alluded to a depressional era in the twenty third century and the ramifications that came. Like the Depression of our 1930s, people did what they could to survive and sometimes the children suffered the most. When jobs and money are scarce and a young mother with small children to raise after her husband dies from a heart attack, it is tempting to give up the children to relatives or foster care. This fictional story brings my Martian characters back to Earth for R&R and to help Alice solve her cousins family history mystery. The back story involves missing items that have no more value to the expensive antiques that the rich love to hide. I love writing fictional stories that reflect a hint of actual happenings. Coming to Amazon soon.- A. Nation
Well, I'm back and have 'finished' the story, now I am waiting for my beta readers to finish my 67,000 word book. Here is an except from this family mystery that only Alice can solve:
"The officers conferred and hid in various locations near the building when a white van appeared around the corner. The vehicle made a squeaky stop and sat there with the motor on idle. Ramon could see before the officers could, a large man emerging from the book store that had waved the movers in.
“It sure is dark Marty.”
“Yeah, let’s get this over with.”
The two men headed toward the back of the van. Jonesy hopped inside and started pushing the packages toward the rear.
“Get down here and help me unload these,” Marty whispered.
Both men unloaded the back of the van and entered the book store as the owner held the door open. Just as they returned, an officer yelled out.
“Stop right there and put your hands up.”
“Hey, don’t shoot, we’re just delivering. We don’t know what we have,” Marty shouted holding his hand across Jonesy who still had a small handgun in his pocket.
“Check out those boxes Alex. You, tall one, keep your hands up.”
The officer in charge patted down Jonesy and pulled out an illegal phaser weapon from his hip pocket. “Well, well what do we have here?”
“We just keep it for protection. The roads are littered with gangs,” Marty wailed.
“Yeah, I know. Come you three, we’re taking a trip down memory lane. Alex did you find anything?”