Infection: Book One (Sympatico Syndrome) has begun the countdown to publication. It’s available for pre-order right now. Order now and you can wake up to find it on your Kindle waiting for you.
I am so excited for this book. Yeah, I’m excited about every book, but I have wanted to write a post-apocalyptic novel for so long. So far, feedback on Infection has been very positive. In fact, I’ve begun writing the second book already.
So, what’s it all about? Here’s the description:
What started as a “flu” outbreak on a military base proves deadlier than Ebola and more contagious than the Spanish Flu. Sympatico Syndrome is unlike anything the world has ever seen. Victims’ behavior is… changing to accommodate the rapid spread of the virus.
Former Navy epidemiologist Cole Evans is well aware of the rare, infectious diseases the military studies. He also knows, first-hand, the government’s stance on sharing information with the public, so if the media has already learned about the disease, then it’s far too late to contain the outbreak.
Cole’s only chance to save his family is to establish a safe haven. Isolated, hard to reach, and with enough space for his brother’s family as well, he has the perfect location–if only they can all reach it before they’re infected…
Cole kept vigil by the front window while Sean watched the back of the house. Elliot had been true to his word about a party brewing as loud music blasted throughout the neighborhood, the beat emphasized periodically by gunfire. It set Cole’s nerves on edge and several times, he had to fire warning rounds at people trying to venture close to the house.
He rose and peered over the edge of the window frame, his blinds bent all to hell to allow him a narrow gap to look through while still providing some cover. His last warning round had been just a minute or so before, and he wasn’t even sure anyone noticed it. Three women, several children, and nearly a dozen men ran around in the street, playing some kind of game. It looked like tag, except that nobody seemed to be ‘it’.
Either they were all drunk off their rockers, or they were very ill. Maybe it was a combination. As he watched, a woman staggered and fell. He waited for her to get up laughing. It wasn’t the first time she’d fallen. All of the partiers had hit the ground at least once but always staggered back to their feet. This time, the woman stayed down. She moved briefly, in a spasmodic way, then became still.
Cole stood and pushed the blind out of the way. Was she struck by the last round? He’d been confident he’d aimed high enough to avoid hitting anyone, but maybe he hadn’t? What if he’d killed her?