Nearing The End Of The Beginning

Nothing sadder than falling in love with a character, and then having to kill them off.

Progress

Sorry for the delay, but Submerge has turned from a novella into a full length novel. It's taking time to complete, but it's getting there. Will update as soon as I'm closer to the publication date.

Bonus Scene

   Still alive here, just working hard to complete Submerge. To give you guys a little tid bit to chew on, I decided to write up a quick scene from before the invasion in Jared’s point of view. Once you read Submerge, you’ll understand it.

Bonus Scene:

December 2012

“UFOs and Shit”

Jared

“Hey, Jared, get a load of this,” my obnoxious best friend says.

“John, I swear to god, if it’s another porn site, I’m putting child blockers on.”

“Just shut up, and come here.” Rolling my eyes heavenward, I drag my ass over and plop down in the chair beside him.

“What is it this time? Another guy getting beamed in the balls? A kid high on laughing gas? Screaming goats?”

“No, this,” John says, pointing at the screen. Following his finger, I see a paused video.

“What is it?”

In answer, John presses play, and the video moves. The scene shows a big brick building and people running out of it. All are wearing grey suits, and some of them are covered in blood. I recognize it from a breaking news report last week. There was a riot at the Cancer Institute, and over a hundred people were killed.

“I already saw this,” I tell him.

“Yeah, but you didn’t see this,” John says, sliding the bar on the bottom of the page to reveal another paused video. Clicking it, I hear someone talking.

‘Whoa, what the fuck?’ A guy asks, and the camera zooms in a bit. The shaky picture shows the people still pouring out of the building. ‘Did she answer yet?’

‘No, it keeps going to the voicemail,’ another guy answers.

‘Keep trying,’ the first one says.

‘She might still be inside,’ the guy says, sounding frantic. The camera dips down a second, and we see a shot of sneakers, but can hear the voices clear enough.

‘You aren’t going in there.’

‘The fuck I’m not,’ the second one retorts, the camera jostles as they struggle.

‘Calm the hell down, she may not even be in there.’

‘You don’t know that.’

‘No, but running in and getting yourself killed solves nothing. Use that goddamned brain of yours and think. Visiting hours ended before the riot broke loose, so she could have gotten out. And she’s smart, so if there was trouble, she’d either get out, or find a safe spot to hole out in.’

‘She might not have had the chance,” the second one insists. ‘She could be dead right now.’

‘She’s not.’

‘How the fuck do you know?’

‘Because my sister doesn’t go down that easy.’ The camera returns to the building. ‘Keep trying her phone.’

Footsteps walk away, but you can hear the guy talking into the phone in the background begging someone named Livi to answer the phone, while the shot swivels to catch the scene in front of him. Spotting more people coming out of the building, it zooms in, and this time instead of focusing on the clothing, it goes to the faces. Red eyes and blood smears around the people’s mouths.

‘We are so fucked.’ The screen goes black, before the replay symbol pops up in the middle.

“What the fuck is that?” I ask.

“That is a low budget sci-fi film,” John answers. “And if that shit wasn’t good enough, they included some B movie synopsis on the bottom.” He scrolls down and reads aloud some of the text in the blog post. “‘What I’m about to tell you might sound crazy, but it’s the truth’…blah blah blah… ‘There was no riot at Cancer Research…’ Where is it, oh here, listen to this peach. ‘Healthy volunteers were murdered in cold blood, while the volunteers who reacted badly to the treatment being administered to them, turned cannibalistic.’ As if someone will believe that crock of shit.” John clicks the comment section and starts typing. “I too have witnessed the goings on at the Cancer Institute. After fighting off droves of cannibalistic creatures with my bare hands, I went and had cocoa with Mr. and Mrs. Clause.” He presses the post button, and his comment pops up under his screen name Snakie10291.

“There, that oughta show them, UFO believing nutcases,” John says, leaning back in his chair.

“I don’t think they were talking about UFOs,” I tell him.

“No, but zombies are no better.” I just nod at him, because obviously something happened that day. Do I think it was zombies, no, but I think it was more than what they’re telling us, which is jack shit. “Don’t tell me you believe this.” He waves a hand at the screen, and I shake my head.

“‘Course not, but don’t you think it’s a little weird that they haven’t said anything else?”

“They did, it was a riot,” he replies.

“But that’s all they said, John.”

“Whatever, these people are douchebags.”

“You don’t think it’s a girl?” I ask, glancing at the screen name. “Jaded Psyche sounds like it would be a chick to me.”

“So? She must be a dog if she sits on her computer all day spouting this psychobabble.” I roll my eyes at him. “Besides, I’m not convinced it’s a girl at all, the voices were definitely male.”

“But they were looking for a woman,” I counter. “Maybe they found her?”

“You’re reading into this too much,” he tells me. “But if it’ll make you feel better, I promise to apologize to this ‘girl’ if I ever come across her.” He holds up a finger to state his conditions. “But only if she’s hot.” There’s John’s logic for ya, oh well, he’s a shallow fuck, but he’s like a brother to me. Shutting the webpage, he spins his chair to face me. “Well, I’m done with this, so we going out or what?”

“Yeah, just give me a minute to get dressed.”

When I hear the door click shut behind him, I reopen the internet icon and check the browsing history. Seeing the blog site, I reopen and star it for future reference. Jaded Psyche may not be telling the truth, but at least they’re talking.

Dressed and sprayed with enough cologne to last, but not suffocate the opposite sex, I leave my room and thoughts of the world’s problems behind. Walking down the hallway, I see my dad’s office light on, and as much as I want to keep walking, I force my feet to pause outside the doorway. It’s not enough to be seen, but enough to silently beg him to invite me in.

“Jared?” Dad asks.

Arranging my face into some sort of mask to contain my excitement, I peer around the door frame, and glance at the man behind the desk. Brown hair in disarray as if he’s run his fingers through it repeatedly in frustration, reading glasses perched low on his nose, and papers in both hands, he lifts his eyes to me.

“Shut the door, please,” he waves a hand. “I can’t focus with all that noise.”

It’s then that I hear the music drifting down from Sarah’s room. Swallowing my disappointment, I nod and pull his office door shut. Squeezing the knob hard, I wish I could crush it along with the conflicting feelings bouncing around inside.

“Jared.” Opening my eyes, I follow the voice to see my mom smiling at me with a basket of laundry in her arms. “John’s waiting for you, honey, aren’t you going out?”

“Yeah,” I say with a smile I don’t feel. “Just checking in with Dad before I go.” Her smile loses some of its shine, but she shakes her head.

“Well, go on then,” she says, tilting her head for me to go by. “The night is young, you still have time to go find her.”

“Find who?”

“A good one,” Mom answers. “Once you find her, treat her right, give her all your love, and be happy.”

“No can do,” I tell her, leaning down to kiss her cheek. “Because I already found her.”

“Jared!” John shouts. “Come on, you lazy bast-“

“John,” Mom scolds.

“Lazy bastion,” John revises. “I said bastion.”

“Sure you did,” she says wryly, turning back to me. “Be good.”

“I’ll try,” I say, giving her a grin that belies my response. Joining John in the front entry, I grab a coat and we head out.

“Be good, Jarry,” John mocks when we step into the elevator, and I punch him on the shoulder.

“Please, you’re the one who pretends to be an angel.” I motion at his blonde hair and Hershey chocolate eyes. “It’s the light hair, it convinces them that you’re innocent, while they look at me as if I’m the Antichrist.”

“Maybe if you’d smile for once, they wouldn’t think that.”

“Oh, I smile,” I tell him. “It just happens to come in addition to me cumming.”

“Somehow, I don’t doubt that,” John mutters with a shake of his head. I shrug, when I find something worth smiling about, then maybe my lips will find a purpose for curling upward. Until then, they’ll remain in a perpetual scowl.

Quiz for Surge

New Blurb for Surge

The following blurb was submitted for a contest, I'm trying to decide whether to use this one, or the old one as the description for the novel. Feedback would be great.

   Boy meets girl, girl holds boy at knife point. It's an average meeting, I would think, when protection means survival. But sometimes too much protection works against you. Brick walls encased in steel, with an electric fence surrounding it, tends to put off most people, but not one as stubborn as Jared Benson. He's not perfect, he's immature, mouthy, and referred to as a 'sullen bastard.' Not the most lovable of descriptions, but hey, he never asked to be a white knight. Olivia, on the other hand, never asked for a knight at all. She'd rather this knight fell off his horse and was trampled by hooves, but alas, it's not meant to be.

   Stubbornness clashes with defiance. Pursuit with retreat. Cement meet jackhammer, because Jared's made it his personal mission to get to the core of Olivia by any means necessary.

   Surge is a story about forging out a life when there's seemingly nothing left. When the world around you crumbles, you have to pick up the rubble, piece by piece, and re-glue it to start anew. Sometimes the glue is through physical means, the ability of defending yourself to survive against the odds. And sometimes, it's through things that are less tangible, like love or trust.

   Jared and Olivia are from opposite worlds. One where the monsters lurk out in the open, the other where the monsters hide in the shadows. Together, they heal from both physical and emotional scars, and find love in the unlikeliest of places. It's a journey with many ups and downs, twists and turns, laughs and cries, but when it comes to a close, you'll be begging them for an encore.

Discount on Surge

    From now until March 2nd, Surge is discounted by 33% on Smashwords. Just use this code to receive your discount: TN89A

Link to Smashwords:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/398348

Surge is Now Available on Amazon

   Separately uploaded a copy of my book onto Amazon, so now it's also available for purchasing through the kindle. Below is a link to the book if you want to check it out.

http://www.amazon.com/Surge-Wheezers-Katelin-LaMontagne-ebook/dp/B00IFFLXXU/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1392335243&sr=1-1&keywords=9781311644503

Price Change

   At the urging of one of my readers, I decided to change the price of Surge. Originally, I thought a free book would create buzz, but now that it's been brought to my attention, I learned that it's actually selling myself short. A free price for a book that's over seven hundred pages, when there are thousands on the market selling for ten or more dollars and are less than 400 pages, seems a little crazy. It's not steep, just $2.99, but it makes me feel marginally better to earn something for all my hard work.

Edit

   The newest edited version of Surge has been uploaded to Smashwords. They're self-edits, so some errors might still exist, but I've fixed many that were glaringly obvious to my own eyes.

Morris, AKA Satan's Hell-spawn

Covers

  Since I'm an indie author, I make my own covers. One, because it's freaking expensive to pay someone to do it for you. (I'm a loan-poor student that would rather spend her money on bills.) And two, because I think I'm pretty creative, so I'd rather do it myself. Tell me what you think, are they the ugliest things on the market, or are they decent?

Surge is Now Live On Barnes and Noble

    The title says it all, but let me just say that it's kind of surreal to see your work being displayed by a major retailer. I'm a newb, so I had a fangirling moment. Externally, I just shruged like it was no big deal. "Yeah my book's out there, so what?" Internally? I was doing a freaking jig. "See that, that's MINE!" Sure, I sound like Ralphie's little brother, Randy, in A Christmas Story, but I'm proud of my work. A lot of blood, sweat and tears went into it. Okay, not really, but long nights, writer's block and finger cramps sure as hell did.

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/surge-katelin-lamontagne/1118473924?ean=2940148306443&itm=1&usri=2940148306443

300

   No, this isn't referring to the Spartans, this is how many downloads Surge got in the first two weeks of being published on Smashwords. That's good, right? Well, I think it is, so party time. Proceed with caution, may induce seizures.

Recede Cover Reveal

    Recede is the official second installment of the Wheezers series. It's once again in Jared's point of view, and picks up where Emerge left off.

link to ebook

Synopsis:

    The man of nightmares may be dead, but there are plently to take his place.

Emerge Cover Reveal

    Emerge is a semi-sequel in the Wheezers series. It's Olivia's point of view of Surge, but picks up where Surge left off, and carries you right up to where Recede will begin.

     link to ebook

Synopsis:

    You all got to hear Jared's side of the story, but you didn't get mine. Here's your ticket to the crazy train, boarding now, travelling indefinitely.

Submerge Cover Reveal

    Submerge is a prequel to the Wheezer series and it is told from Olivia's point of view. You'll see much more of Travis and other deceased characters whom were mentioned in Surge. It begins before the Wheezer invasion, the outbreak, Olivia's time in captivity and her introduction to the people of the compound. It's currently a WIP, but should be available sometime this year.

link to book

Synopsis:

    What happens when the world you know, ceases to exist? Do you crumble in defeat, or rise up swinging? For Olivia St. John, the choice isn't easy. Having her circle of loved ones torn from her one by one, she questions whether there's anything left to live for. Is it better to be the survivor, or the deceased?

Surge Release

    Surge is now live and available for download on Smashwords and Goodreads. It should be available at other retailers soon.

link to ebook

Synopsis:

    Creatures lurking at your door step, but are those what you should be afraid of, or is there a greater monster to fear? Jared Benson is a survivor, but that's all he's done is survive. He's about to meet a girl that's going to make him want more than the ability to breathe, but it comes with a price: follow your head, or your heart?

Start-up Blog for Wheezers Series

    Welcome to my blog. This is where you'll find information for the new series, Wheezers. The first book has been published, and the next installments are in the works.