Alan Nayes's Blog - Posts Tagged "thriller"
GIRL BLUE
GIRL BLUE, the story of a terminally ill sculptor who becomes haunted by his last work, was acquired by Samhain Publishing in August and is set for release in March 2012. Don D'Auria, a veteran of the horror genre, was the aquisition editor. GIRL BLUE will be a frighteningly good read!
Smilodon
New cover is out for my upcoming creature thriller SMILODON. http://bit.ly/parOZZ
Release date is tentatively set for September. Here's the storyline.
Seven years after a near-fatal mauling by a grizzly bear, in which his only son was killed, Jason Bristol, a one time prize-fighter is back in the woods tracking again--when he’s not nursing the nearest fifth of whiskey.
Then Jason’s best friend and mentor is discovered half-buried beneath a mat of pine needles. The prospector’s mangled corpse has been mauled virtually beyond recognition. A rancher loses a prize thoroughbred and suddenly the nightmare responsible for Jason’s downward spiral is rekindled as Jason is thrust back into the wilderness on the trail of a predator that defies belief.
The time clock has begun for Norah Phelps, too, daughter of multimillionaire real estate developer Richard Phelps whose recent purchase of the 95,000 acre former Clarksdale Animal Preserve has pitted environmentalist and wildlife biologist daughter against capitalist father. Norah, responsible for relocating the local wolf population, remains unconvinced a pack of marauding wolves are accountable for the attacks and enlists Jason’s help in her quest for the real killer before the spate of killings can jeopardize not only her future but also the future of her father’s prize development project.
Against the majestic pristine backdrop of Idaho’s Bitterroot Wilderness Area, the story unfolds. Jason, with Norah’s assistance, soon discovers the ghosts of his past are nothing compared to the battle he’s undertaken.
Smilodon. A saber-toothed cat. He’s angry, he’s frightened, he’s hungry, and he’s 12,000 years from home.
Release date is tentatively set for September. Here's the storyline.
Seven years after a near-fatal mauling by a grizzly bear, in which his only son was killed, Jason Bristol, a one time prize-fighter is back in the woods tracking again--when he’s not nursing the nearest fifth of whiskey.
Then Jason’s best friend and mentor is discovered half-buried beneath a mat of pine needles. The prospector’s mangled corpse has been mauled virtually beyond recognition. A rancher loses a prize thoroughbred and suddenly the nightmare responsible for Jason’s downward spiral is rekindled as Jason is thrust back into the wilderness on the trail of a predator that defies belief.
The time clock has begun for Norah Phelps, too, daughter of multimillionaire real estate developer Richard Phelps whose recent purchase of the 95,000 acre former Clarksdale Animal Preserve has pitted environmentalist and wildlife biologist daughter against capitalist father. Norah, responsible for relocating the local wolf population, remains unconvinced a pack of marauding wolves are accountable for the attacks and enlists Jason’s help in her quest for the real killer before the spate of killings can jeopardize not only her future but also the future of her father’s prize development project.
Against the majestic pristine backdrop of Idaho’s Bitterroot Wilderness Area, the story unfolds. Jason, with Norah’s assistance, soon discovers the ghosts of his past are nothing compared to the battle he’s undertaken.
Smilodon. A saber-toothed cat. He’s angry, he’s frightened, he’s hungry, and he’s 12,000 years from home.
SMILODON
In two weeks, the largest cat to stalk the North American continent in 12,000 years will be released--actually it's just the book. Final edits for SMILODON are complete and at the formatters. I'm really liking this story, thinking it's my best one yet. We'll see. Hopefully, it will be ready for release the second week of October. Go to my website www.anayes.com to view the cover.
Smilodon Excerpt!
The bull elk grazed sanguinely along the edge of the clearing, keeping upwind of the thick copse of loblolly pines and rocky ridgeline. For most of the year a gregarious species, in another three months, this second-largest member of the family cervidae, exceeded in size only by the moose, would be transformed from a gently plodding giant into an aggressive androgen-crazed brute capable of inflicting severe harm with its four-foot tined antlers.
For now, though, the male elk was content to feed on grasses, twigs, bark, and freshly sprouted shoots.
The predator struck quickly, springing from the top of a craggy boulder, landing flush on the back of the thousand-pound mammal. With two lightning-fast thrusts, the cat sank its double scimitar-like canines deep into the bull’s thick neck, lacerating arteries, muscles, and nerves. Geysers of blood spewed from the wounds and in less than fifteen seconds the gangly giant was reduced to a quivering lifeless carcass.
The carnivore tore into the warm fleshy part of the dead elk, pulling and tugging at the soft meat. Prying his imposing snout into the still steaming viscera, he sheared off entire organs in massive chunks. Once his famished appetite was satisfied, the big cat limped back to the cover of the ridgeline.
What happens when the giant cat encounters prey that carry high powered rifles and hunt in four wheel drive vehicles?
Read Smilodon and see how the battle plays out!
http://www.amazon.com/Smilodon-ebook/...
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/smilo...
For now, though, the male elk was content to feed on grasses, twigs, bark, and freshly sprouted shoots.
The predator struck quickly, springing from the top of a craggy boulder, landing flush on the back of the thousand-pound mammal. With two lightning-fast thrusts, the cat sank its double scimitar-like canines deep into the bull’s thick neck, lacerating arteries, muscles, and nerves. Geysers of blood spewed from the wounds and in less than fifteen seconds the gangly giant was reduced to a quivering lifeless carcass.
The carnivore tore into the warm fleshy part of the dead elk, pulling and tugging at the soft meat. Prying his imposing snout into the still steaming viscera, he sheared off entire organs in massive chunks. Once his famished appetite was satisfied, the big cat limped back to the cover of the ridgeline.
What happens when the giant cat encounters prey that carry high powered rifles and hunt in four wheel drive vehicles?
Read Smilodon and see how the battle plays out!
http://www.amazon.com/Smilodon-ebook/...
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/smilo...
SMILODON
The old man was being followed.
If they were after the precious mineral, he would have to kill them.
He started down the thirty-degree decline, careful to avoid any uneven ground that might cause a slip or fall. The rifle slung to one shoulder gave him whatever confidence he required to protect what he’d toiled so hard to remove from the earth’s unyielding crust.
Gold.
He cast a wistful look at the darkening sky. Into his eighth decade, the man bemoaned the arthritis in his hips and knees that slowed him considerably, and he no longer relished the thought of being caught exposed to the elements past sundown without adequate shelter in such a desolate and unforgiving region. Temperatures could drop precipitously and the wind chill would make any attempt at sleep near impossible.
But then sleep was no longer an option.
He was being followed. He was certain of this.
Reflexively, he touched the scarred wood stock of the 30.30 Winchester. With each step he took, the rifle gently tapped his side like a loyal minion.
Yes, if they were after the gold, he would have to kill them.
Sensing more than actually hearing the danger lurking ever nearer, he slowed enough to look back over his shoulder. He tried to ignore the tendrils of fear crawling up his spine, but the willpower of his youth had long since deserted him.
Unexpectedly, he found himself hoping it was the gold they were after.
The man clutched the tiny ivory lynx hanging from his neck for luck and pressed onward.
SMILODON. Don't go hiking in the woods alone!
http://www.amazon.com/Smilodon-Alan-N...
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/smilo...
If they were after the precious mineral, he would have to kill them.
He started down the thirty-degree decline, careful to avoid any uneven ground that might cause a slip or fall. The rifle slung to one shoulder gave him whatever confidence he required to protect what he’d toiled so hard to remove from the earth’s unyielding crust.
Gold.
He cast a wistful look at the darkening sky. Into his eighth decade, the man bemoaned the arthritis in his hips and knees that slowed him considerably, and he no longer relished the thought of being caught exposed to the elements past sundown without adequate shelter in such a desolate and unforgiving region. Temperatures could drop precipitously and the wind chill would make any attempt at sleep near impossible.
But then sleep was no longer an option.
He was being followed. He was certain of this.
Reflexively, he touched the scarred wood stock of the 30.30 Winchester. With each step he took, the rifle gently tapped his side like a loyal minion.
Yes, if they were after the gold, he would have to kill them.
Sensing more than actually hearing the danger lurking ever nearer, he slowed enough to look back over his shoulder. He tried to ignore the tendrils of fear crawling up his spine, but the willpower of his youth had long since deserted him.
Unexpectedly, he found himself hoping it was the gold they were after.
The man clutched the tiny ivory lynx hanging from his neck for luck and pressed onward.
SMILODON. Don't go hiking in the woods alone!
http://www.amazon.com/Smilodon-Alan-N...
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/smilo...
