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Saturday, August 3, 2013

Blog Tour: DAWN OF THE APOCALYPSE by E.S.P. - spotlight & giveaway




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January 1, 2000.

May 21, 2011.

December 21, 2012

These are just a few of the days humans prophesied as bringing catastrophic events that would end the world. We predicted nuclear warfare. Drastic climate change. A call from God.
We were wrong.

Cue the gargoyle invasion—laboratory bred mutants designed to slaughter humans. When the government goes AWOL and gargoyles are swarming by the hundreds, it's up to the citizens of the United States to regroup and save themselves.

Meet Cliff Matthews, a teenage boy separated from his entire family with the exception of his younger sister, whom he is desperate to keep alive. Along the quest to save their lives, he encounters people who aren't all that they seem. Everyday's a battle, but if he can't trust his own species, where does that leave his family?
And we can't forget the man who may be willing to sacrifice Cliff's life, if it means world domination.

In terms of doomsday, no one could have seen this coming.

Release date: August 9th 2013
Publisher: Mind Candy Media





ABOUT THE AUTHOR
E.S.P.
Being the daughter of an accomplished author, E.S.P. grew up listening to stories and telling her own to classmates. After writing for several years and even publishing some short works, she finally decided to take the plunge to write (plus finish!)a full length novel. Thus, Dawn of the Apocalypse was born. When she's not writing, she's either reading books, blogging at whoistheserialreader.blogspot.com, or watching eighties movies
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EXCERPT

SATURDAY 11:49PM 8/3/13

MEXICO

It was always hot, but never as hot as this. Analis shielded her eyes with her tanned hand in an attempt to block the sun’s scorching waves. The thick dirty smog was a threshold for heat, pulling all its spectators into a fortress of warmth.
She ran her tongue over her thick, cracked lips. When her village heard El Presidente was finally coming waist deep in the thick of Mexican poverty, almost everyone she knew began planning ahead for his visit. Mama even splurged ten dollars to have one of her old cocktail dresses altered to fit Analis in all the right places. She looked perfect, maybe good enough for the President’s house.
Now, she wondered if this was a good idea. Makeup was running down her face like tears. Her armpits stuck to her clammy body. The heat was pressing down on her head.  She swallowed dryly, her parched palate craving water. Now that she thought about it, there was a little lemonade left in the fridge. Not a lot, but enough for a nice, cold drink. If she got there before her brothers.
It smelled like people. Hot, unwashed people, packed together like sardines in a can. Analis wasn’t used to this smell, but it still stung her nostrils every time.
The crowd erupted in cheers as the people in front of her jumped upwards, singing praises to the commotion ahead. "¿Lo que es, es el presidente aquí?" Analis jumped on the pads of her feet, straining to see the president in the flesh for the first time. "¿Por favor, no puedo ver?" she said softly. The tall crowd flanking her vision was a blockade between her and the view of the most famous person in all the country. This was something she might never see again.
What would she tell Mama? That she didn’t see the president at all? She wiped the sides of her face just as the screech from the microphone ripped through the air. The President’s voice echoed through the crowd. "¿Cómo es la gente de México?" the leader began. People ignited in cheers yet again as Analis pushed her way through perspiring bodies packed together. There was no notice of the young girl in the cocktail dress squeezing through the cluster of citizens. Her eyes were set on the edge of the stage and she was determined to get there, no matter how stubborn some people were against moving.
"Perdon," she said to a large stocky man standing in front of her. The only thing between her and the stage.
He cocked his head to the right, as if listening to something, then he slowly turned around to face her. "Are you sure you want to get that close to the stage?" he asked her in English.
Analis was going to answer him, but she was almost sure that it was one of those rhetorical questions. After all, the answer would never be no. The man sidestepped to the right, inching his way around her. The sharp scent of his cologne cut through her nostrils.
Cologne. No one could afford such a luxury on this side of Mexico. And she was almost positive he wasn’t sweating. As a matter of fact, she couldn’t see a single drop of sweat on him at all. And it was so hot, her hair was beginning to perspire.
Analis shook the strange thoughts out of her mind and focused her blurry eyes on the President. She could barely understand what he was saying. But she was there, witnessing a historic event. And that was all that mattered.
The heat was like a fist on her body. Her breath was heavy and her eyes seemed unable to focus. She looked at her watch; only twenty more minutes.
She focused her eyes on El Presidente again. She wasn’t seeing correctly. His body looked longer than the usual person. And there was something green behind him.
She rubbed her eyes, squeezing them together, than opened them again. It was still there. Something olive green, scaly, big, and hunched. And it was coming right towards the president.
Analis’s mouth erupted into a blood-curdling scream as the monster grabbed hold of the president’s neck.