I am beyond thrilled to announce the release of Prophets Journey!
Readers who’ve finished the first book in The Awakened series have been asking me for years about a spin-off series with Althea as the main character. This is something I had wanted to do, but needed to wait until the original series had been released in full. (Frustrating as the books were done but the original publisher I signed with wanted to stagger the releases out over three years… argh.) Anyway, with all six books of the Awakened series in the wild, it became time for Althea to strike off on her own with the Prophet of the Badlands series.
The events of this book are set after the Awakened series (but not too far after). Reading this one first will have a few spoilers for those who have not yet finished the first series. Anyway, I am super excited to add more to Althea’s story!
Happy reading! -Matt
Althea struggles to adapt to an unexpected twist in her life—not being kidnapped in six whole months.
The strange police from the faraway city claim the abilities she thought of as magic are really ‘psionics,’ and say she is far stronger than anyone they have ever seen. Despite their curiosity, they let her remain in the Badlands to protect her from an evil they call corporations.
Of course, Althea knows all too well how powerful her healing gift is. For most of her life, she’d been a prize taken in raids. Tribes have killed to own her, and she let them.
But the Prophet is done being passive.
Having a family changes everything. No longer afraid to use her powers to protect herself, Althea refuses to be taken again… even when corporate mercenaries find her.
I’m excited to announce the release of the seventh book in the Vampire Innocent series!
Ordinary Problems of a College Vampire is live now on Kindle (paperback is going through the approval process and should be available to order within a day or two. (Maybe three if the ‘Zon is slow).
Sarah Wright faces many challenges typical to any college student: tons of work, second-guessing her major, and trying to find time between classes to drink blood.
She’s adjusted to her new vampiric self. It’s fun being immortal, despite a mostly nocturnal schedule cutting into her time for friends and family. Though, little about her reality is routine. Her little sister needs magical training so she doesn’t accidentally summon the pom-pom of destruction. Compared to that, a minor demon living in her brother’s room isn’t such a big deal… and her dad still insists on watching Eighties’ movies.
Oh, did I mention her sire is a bit on the dodgy side?
A major drawback to undeath is the tendency for problems to follow bloodlines. When Dalton steps in it—again—a gang of vampires from California think Sarah shares responsibility. She doesn’t want to be involved, but there’s one giant problem:
They aren’t bound to honor the elder’s decree that protects her family.
Zara wanted to do was pass her Spanish final and graduate high school, but
suddenly she’s waking up in an unknown hospital. The east coast is destroyed
and she’s one of the few survivors. The government has assigned her to Outpost
Eight, an abandoned Catskills resort converted into a fortress. Not only does
Zara have to come to terms with the loss of everything she’s ever known, but
the leader of Outpost Eight marries her to his son.
Cliff Andrews is too quiet and afraid of everything, especially his father.
There’s much more to the situation than he’s telling Zara. Nothing feels right
about Outpost Eight and Zara questions what really happened to Cliff’s first
Everyone else might be willing to blindly follow the leader’s laws, but not
Zara. She won’t stop until she knows the truth about Outpost Eight.
I can’t study with Metallica blaring downstairs. The windows vibrate with the booming bass. They might shatter, and shards will shred through me, while I sit here at my desk with my teeth clenched and my fist tight around this pen. Don’t get me wrong – I can appreciate some Metallica. If I’m having a bad day, there’s nothing better than enjoying heavy metal music while driving to Sylvan Beach.
When you have your Spanish final
coming up tomorrow morning, you don’t want to hear swear words ricocheting off
your walls, especially with your bedroom door shut. My head pounds; that music has been going for
the last hour and a half, ever since Mom and Dad went out.
Enough! I stand and throw my pen down, which doesn’t
help anything other than to make me more irritated when it rolls onto the
floor. I stomp into the hallway,
slamming my door behind me, and storm down the stairs.
Uncle Brad reclines on the couch
while playing some video game I don’t recognize. A girl with giant boobs and shorts so short
her fake butt-cheeks hang out runs at some kind of alien monster. She shoots him dead and then slashes through
with a sword that magically replaces the dual pistols in her hands. The sword vanishes and now she’s running down
a hallway with portholes – maybe she’s on a ship – and her hands are empty.
My uncle belches before stuffing
chips into his mouth and taking a sip of beer.
“You’re not supposed to drink beer,”
I yell over the music coming from Mom’s old CD player. Uncle Brad has it turned up as loud as it
will go. If I’m lucky, the neighbors
will call the police with a noise complaint.
Uncle Brad belches again, returning
to his video game. I glance into the
kitchen, but he has yet to put the vegetable lasagna into the oven. When Mom and Dad went to the work party, Dad
handed Uncle Brad the instructions. He
said: “Make sure to put this in an hour before you want to eat.”
It would have been great to eat at
six, but whatever. Studying came before
food. Okay, it shouldn’t, because I need
the energy, but I’m supposed to give Uncle Brad responsibility. I’m not supposed to do things for him.
“Did you put the food in yet?” I ask.
Uncle Brad nods his head in time
with the tune of a new song.
“Hey!” I walk in front of him, blocking the
television screen. “Did you start the
“Move!” He hits a key on the game controller and
glares at me. He must have paused the
game. “What’s your problem, Zara?”
Oh, I’ve got a lot of problems, and
they all started with Uncle Brad getting released from rehab. Again.
This was his third release since he started doing meth at age fifteen.
I could start by rattling off the
list of things he lacks: a job, a car, a home.
This house that Mom and Dad pay for with their nine-to-five jobs is not
his home. It’s mine, and I need to study
for the class that has given me the most trouble this year.
Other seniors took easy classes so
they could fly through and ride off on golden horses to college. I had to take French for grades ninth through
eleventh, and then decide to be super proactive for grade twelve. I had to sign up for Spanish 1 and 2 to look
better on my applications.
“Dude,” he says, “move.”
You move. Go get a job.
You’ve been out for a month now and you just rot on our couch.
I try to smile. I’m supposed to smile to make Uncle Brad feel
comfortable. I don’t have to feel
comfortable, but hey, I don’t matter because I’ve never touched illegal
drugs. “I was wondering if you put the
lasagna in the oven yet. It takes an
hour to cook.”
“I already ate.” He extends his foot to push me aside.
“You ate chips and drank beer.” I hope my voice sounds pleasant enough. I’m not supposed to sound accusatory.
So many rules, and Uncle Brad
doesn’t have to do much, other than sit there and behave. Beer is off limits, according to Mom, and he
He must know my train of thought
because he sneers, “You’re not gonna tell on me, are you, Zara?”
“No.” Tattling won’t get anything
accomplished. Mom will sigh and invite
Uncle Brad to attend church with us. Dad
will break into one of his lectures and Uncle Brad will zone out. Dad’s fourteen years older than Uncle Brad;
he treats him like a son instead of a brother.
Uncle Brad’s pointed it out so many times in the past.
not Papa. Don’t treat me like a kid!”
That just triggers yet another
lecture. Dad can lecture for hours.
“Can you turn the music down?” I ask.
“I can’t study with it so loud.”
He bares his teeth. “Once the CD finishes, sure.”
“You have it on repeat.” I hook my finger at the player he’s stuck on
the floor. How he found it in the cellar
is anyone’s guess. I haven’t seen the
thing in years.
He found it just to terrorize me.
He brays out this horrible laugh
that grates on my nerves. If it wasn’t
Mom’s, I’d throw the player in the trash out by the curb.
“I need to study. I can’t with it being so loud in here.”
“What you got to study for? Didn’t college end already?”
“I’m in high school.”
Uncle Brad narrows his eyes at me.
“Grant’s in college.”
Uncle Brad takes another swing of
“Grant’s my brother,” I supply, in
case Uncle Brad’s too drunk to realize he has a niece and a nephew. I glance around the room for a pile of empty
bottles, but this seems to be his first of the night. If he cares, he’ll toss it outside before Mom
and Dad get home. If he doesn’t, I’ll
have to endure a screaming match.
“Nah, you’re in college.”
“You think a college girl would wear
this?” I point at my worn-out Hello
Kitty hoodie. My best friend would laugh
and point to her Sanrio socks, but Uncle Brad just blinks at me. He swears.
He drinks more beer.
I draw a deep breath, steeling my
nerves. “You need to put the lasagna in
the oven so we can eat.” Uncle Brad
needs to take responsibility. I’m not
helping anyone except myself if I do it for him.
“Nah, I’m good.” He presses the pause button and the game
starts back up.
“Uncle Brad—” Ugh, whatever. He’s not going to keep me from acing this
final, my final final. He isn’t breaking my GPA.
I storm into the kitchen, then creep
into the cellar. The bare bulbs buzz in
the ceiling. I open the door to the
circuit breaker, find the right switch, and flip it off.
The music cuts off mid-word. Uncle Brad hollers out a swear. The video game isn’t playing either, so that
must have gone off too. I hurry back
upstairs and slide into a stool at the island just as he barrels into the room.
“What did you do to the power?”
I blink at him. “What are you talking about?” I point to the hanging lights in the kitchen,
all of them bright and alive.
“What did you freaking do?” he
I gulp, and my heart starts to pound
a little bit faster. No one has ever
called Uncle Brad dangerous, but there’s something in his face that makes the
saliva dry in my mouth. His eyes have
got this wild look. It reminds me of the
feral cat that slinks around the house sometimes.
“You are a bitch,” he growls.
Me, the girl trying to study, the
girl who has never complained aloud about him living with us.
“Maybe check the basement? Maybe the circuit breaker flipped.” My voice squeaks and I cough before the
sudden fear chokes me.
He calls me a swear word that makes
my cheeks hot and my mouth drop.
Uncle Brad slams the door open and
curses when he flips the light switch on.
He can’t know I did it. Should I
run upstairs and lock myself in the bathroom before he returns?
He won’t hurt me. He’s my uncle.
I’ll make dinner. He’ll eat the lasagna even if he doesn’t want
it now. All will be well as we chow down
on Dad’s specialty. Maybe we’ll watch Saturday Night Live and I’ll make us
some popcorn for dessert. Mom and Dad
will come home to find us laughing like bosom buds.
A bang sounds in my ears. Lights flash through the kitchen’s French
doors and I cringe, blinking. Another
huge bang. Uncle Brad shouts, the words
indistinct, and I sail backwards. I hit
the floor. Pain is in my head and
About the Author
Jordan Elizabeth is a
young adult author rom Central New York. The history of the Catskills has
always fascinated her. BUNKER BOY is her twentieth book.
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