Raised: Part Two is #free on #Kindle from 16th-20th February!
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After being killed by a one night stand and raised for the purpose of being recruited into the King’s Royal Guard, Pete went on the run.
His escape didn’t go as planned.
One dead User later…
Excerpt:
There’s only so much one dead guy can take. I learned that pretty fast when Nick put a horrendous puppet-spell on me and made me go all clunky B-movie zombie on a bunch of hot chicks in the club. The screaming was bad enough, but one of them had taken her shoe off and punctured a hole in my arm. She’d had to be dragged away kicking and cursing. I flipped her the bird when Nick let me have control of my own body back. I doubt she even saw it by then. Glowering at my new User was fast becoming my new favourite past-time, not that he even noticed. He was too busy enjoying the attention he was getting from women who used to ignore him. Power; it drives chicks wild. Who’d have known?
The club was awash with flashing lights, scantily-clothed women and big, buff, irritable-looking men. Practically everyone was wearing leather. It was either a biker joint or a fetish club. I was leaning towards biker bar going by the number of times Nick had used me to fend off attacks from scary-looking dudes in Motorhead t-shirts. I was getting pretty sick of being used like a human Rottweiler by the time Nick was actually on stage and otherwise distracted.
I sank into the shadows at the side of the stage and tried not to think about how much this would suck if this were my life… Oh wait I have no life; I was revoked entitlement to a life when a crazy bitch decided to go slash-happy on me and paint my kitchen a vibrant shade of O-negative. My snort of laughter drew the drummer’s wary glance. He shook his head at me and kept right on banging away like a possessed monkey.
Links:
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00MP310C2
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00MP310C2
Amazon CA: http://www.amazon.ca/dp/B00MP310C2
After being killed by a one night stand and raised for the purpose of being recruited into the King’s Royal Guard, Pete went on the run.
His escape didn’t go as planned.
One dead User later…
Excerpt:
There’s only so much one dead guy can take. I learned that pretty fast when Nick put a horrendous puppet-spell on me and made me go all clunky B-movie zombie on a bunch of hot chicks in the club. The screaming was bad enough, but one of them had taken her shoe off and punctured a hole in my arm. She’d had to be dragged away kicking and cursing. I flipped her the bird when Nick let me have control of my own body back. I doubt she even saw it by then. Glowering at my new User was fast becoming my new favourite past-time, not that he even noticed. He was too busy enjoying the attention he was getting from women who used to ignore him. Power; it drives chicks wild. Who’d have known?
The club was awash with flashing lights, scantily-clothed women and big, buff, irritable-looking men. Practically everyone was wearing leather. It was either a biker joint or a fetish club. I was leaning towards biker bar going by the number of times Nick had used me to fend off attacks from scary-looking dudes in Motorhead t-shirts. I was getting pretty sick of being used like a human Rottweiler by the time Nick was actually on stage and otherwise distracted.
I sank into the shadows at the side of the stage and tried not to think about how much this would suck if this were my life… Oh wait I have no life; I was revoked entitlement to a life when a crazy bitch decided to go slash-happy on me and paint my kitchen a vibrant shade of O-negative. My snort of laughter drew the drummer’s wary glance. He shook his head at me and kept right on banging away like a possessed monkey.
Links:
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00MP310C2
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00MP310C2
Amazon CA: http://www.amazon.ca/dp/B00MP310C2
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