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Rifters Blurb:
The Gold Rush trickles to a fool’s
quest and a string of stagecoach heists. In 1888, Earl Blacke decides to make a
new start and become a better man. He escapes into the mountains, heading
north. In the wilds of Oregon, a rift inside an ancient volcano opens and sends
him into the future, into the present day. It also shaves forty years off his
age, forty years to live over again and atone for what he’s done.
Starting over is hard to do. In
current day New York, Daelin Long’s dream job at a publishing house goes the
way of the dinosaurs her sister chases. With no money and nowhere else to go, Daelin
accepts the librarian position in her sister’s dinky town in the middle of
Oregon. Nestled inside ancient volcanic peaks, the town of Settler holds onto
many secrets. Residents roam the streets with weirdly fashioned devices, and
odd lights pulse in the night skies. People whisper of a phantom outlaw and
start dying, murdered and missing their heads. On top of it all, Daelin’s
sister is missing, and Daelin doesn’t know who to trust.
Earl knows more than he’s saying. He
shares a notorious history with the phantom, one he’ll see remains buried.
Keeping Daelin’s sister’s secrets is his only chance at redemption, and the
only way to keep this world safe.
The Rifters is available at an
introductory price. The second book in the series, The Initiate, will be available October 20, 2014. It’s up for
preorder for a special price at iTunes, Amazon, and B&N. Check HERE
for links. Giveaways and events are ongoing through October 31, 2014. Check HERE
for details.
Bio:
M. Pax is author of the space
adventure series The Backworlds, plus
other novels and short stories. Fantasy, science fiction, and the weird
beckons to her, and she blames Oregon, a
source of endless inspiration. She docents at Pine Mountain Observatory in the
summers as a star guide, has a cat with a crush on Mr. Spock, and is slightly
obsessed with Jane Austen. Learn more at mpaxauthor.com.
Here's an excerpt:
A woman in a long flowered dress
hurried forward carrying a paintbrush. “Hello, hello.” She waved. “Excuse the
mess. I’m renovating… again.” She laughed with little snorts, stumbling in a
little circle, defying her years. She couldn’t be younger than forty. “Inside
joke, man, sorry. What groovieness can I help you find? I know where everything
is.” She gestured at the piles of castoff merchandise strewn about.
If not for the goose bumps on her
goose bumps, Daelin would have left. “A winter coat? Earl Blacke mentioned you
might have some.”
“Oh man! What a tragedy about him,
huh?” She wore her amber hair in two braids, tied with twine and decorated with
plastic flowers.
Tragedy? What had happened to Earl?
Daelin clutched at her knotting stomach. “What do you mean?”
“There was a murder last night. Umm,
wow. Didn’t you hear?” She set the paintbrush down on a plate that had been
used for the purpose before. Bracelets covered her arms, clinking with her
simple movements.
“In Settler?” Violent crime wasn’t
what Daelin expected to hear. She didn’t know what she had expected, but not
murder.
The thrift store woman leaned in
closer, whispering in a conspiratorial tone. “Yeah, they’re saying Earl Blacke
killed Susan Leeds. Took her head plum off, man. Only thing is…,” she glanced
at the shadows then wet her lips, “her head is missing.” The soft scent of melon
accompanied her words.
Earl had murdered somebody? Daelin
gulped, getting a lungful of paint fumes. Right, the paint. The fumes had to be
messing with her mind. “Are you serious?”
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