Come Whatever Storms

I found Come Whatever Storms by J.M. Snyder waaayyy down near the bottom of my kindle library. I don’t recall getting it but apparently, I have at some point. Since a post-apocalyptic adventure sounded just fine to me, I began reading.

Come Whatever Storms is about Court and Ronnie, but also about Bree and Adam. There is a virus, people died left and right, but a selected few, about 1% of the population, are immune.

While I do love post-apocalyptic stories I seldom read the pandemic kind, I don’t know why that is really. I’m not saying I don’t ever read them, I’ve read a few, but it’s not what I go looking for.

I really enjoyed this, though. Court has loved Ronnie all his life. They’ve been doing everything together since childhood so when Ronnie decided to marry a woman, Court married her best friend.  He loved his wife, but he was never in love with her. He mourned when the virus took her, and he misses her but had the virus taken Ronnie he might not have survived it.

Ronnie and Court hear about a place where there’s supposed to be both food and electricity and start walking across the U.S. Along the way more and more people join them, but the only one Court wants to spend time with is Ronnie – and Bree and Adam on occasion.

I loved the road trip theme, the searching for food and useful things, the looking out for each other and the aspect of what really is important once electricity is gone and money have no value. I wish this would’ve been a series because many questions were left unanswered and I so want to know where Court and Ronnie ended up. I would’ve loved to be part of their journey and see them build a new life for themselves.

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Come Whatever StormsIn the near future, a deadly flu-like virus decimates the Earth’s population. The few who remain struggle to survive without electricity, fresh food, or any other amenities they once took for granted.

John “Court” Courtland and his best friend Ronnie Densch are two such survivors. Court has never known a time when Ronnie wasn’t in his life. They grew up together. But it’s only as they begin to move forward in the post-apocalyptic chaos of Virginia that Court realizes he’s in love with Ronnie. Always has been, and always will be, even if he never lets himself admit it out loud.

Ronnie is a private, inscrutable man who lets no one close to him except Court. With winter coming on, Ronnie wants to move farther south to warmer weather, and Court follows without question. Along the way, they’re joined by other survivors, a ragtag bunch all looking for guidance. As they travel, they hear faint radio signals from Fort Sumter, South Carolina, where a rebuild effort is underway.

The world Court once knew has changed, leaving behind a dangerous and lawless landscape. But come whatever storms, he knows he can weather them with Ronnie by his side. Will Sumter turn out to be everything Court hopes for and more? And will he find the courage to tell Ronnie how he really feels before it’s too late?


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Throwback Thursday | The Maddest of Men

Argh, another neglected series! In November it’ll be three years since The Maddest of Men was published. I actually wrote it for an open call where they asked for an MC who did bad things for a living but longed for something more…or something along those lines, I don’t really remember. It doesn’t matter, they didn’t want Grayham so he got a life on his own.

I don’t read a lot of sci-fi or post-apocalyptic stories, though I pick them up a lot more frequently than I used to. Some days I just long for a dark, gritty, post-apocalyptic book. The Maddest of Men isn’t dark and gritty, and yet it’s pretty dark.

Grayham can tell when someone is lying, he’s a living polygraph, and he’s never wrong. And, since he’s Cham Hovda’s – one of Carona’s drug lords – right-hand man, he gets to use his skill on a regular basis. And if someone refuses to answer his questions…a little torture goes a long way.

Creed is a retrieving agent. He’s hunting people with special abilities and he has a way of getting close to Grayham. Something is wrong, though. Grayham doesn’t have an implant – all the metas have implants – and Creed’s boss sent him on the mission alone. Alone.

Everyone getting close to Grayham dies and yet Creed has to get close, and he has to do it without backup.

I loved writing both The Maddest of Men and The Lords of Lettuce and I was supposed to have written Eight Fingers in the Game. I have a Scrivener file, I have it somewhat plotted, but that’s it. And it pisses me off that I haven’t written it. I love Carona and its drug lords, crazy opticians, and drug dealers.

I need to sort out my priorities – yes, I’m like Hermione in Harry Potter.

Metas were remnant victims of the wars, created to be super soldiers. No one had known until children started to pop up, some so traumatised by what they perceived in this world they couldn’t cope. It was a military program gone out of hand. Senses and bodily functions had been tampered with and enhanced. No one had believed it was something that would carry over to the next generation, but now three generations later, children were still born with metaphysical traits. How Creed would be able to bring one of them in against their will all on his own, he didn’t know.

He held his tray up to one of the beautiful women standing along the wall of the room. She, like everyone else here, was flawless. Their beauty always made him self-conscious. Why couldn’t the Bureau offer plastic surgery and enhancements like every other branch of society?

He clamped his lips together over his crooked teeth, totally ruining the smile he’d been aiming at her. They hadn’t even given him eye surgery. His fucked up eyes could be a danger in his line of work; he’d tried to make Howorth see it, but he didn’t listen. Not only was he half-blind but there was also the colour. Creed wondered how many here today would remember him because of the different colouring. And sure, even if he had surgery he would still need the lenses to read the results of the scanner, but really, no one, no one, was short-sighted in the modern world. He guessed he should feel lucky Howorth had given him eye correction lenses, but still.

“Are those vegetarian?” The woman pointed at a cucumber slice with some creamy stuff and a roll of smoked salmon.

“Erm…no.” Creed refrained from rolling his useless, short-sighted eyes. “There is salmon on it.” When she simply stared at him, he smiled again. “Fish.”

“I know what salmon is.” Creed swallowed a ‘why the fuck did you ask then’ and fought against the strain in his facial muscles. “What I meant was is there any meat in those.”

“Fish.” He continued to hold out the tray for her while she looked at the salmon rolls. Finally, she deemed fish edible and took one.

A glimpse of red hair weaving through the throng caught his eye. Instead of hurrying along, he stood still and observed as the mass made a path for whoever it was—Creed had a pretty good idea of who it had to be, but he didn’t want to get his hopes up.

Cham Hovda gave a small wave from where he sat on the lounge, his lips were tight, and he was paler than Creed had ever seen him. He hadn’t moved at all during the evening which made Creed believe the rumours of him being shot in the leg the week before were true. They hadn’t been able to find any medical records, but it wouldn’t be the first time someone from the underworld succeeded in staying out of the system—the inquisitor didn’t exist according to the system. Creed had spent a good week trying to dig up something, anything, and he hadn’t even managed to find a name.

Stepping a little closer to the woman, he tilted the tray ever so slightly. “One more perhaps?” He smiled and tried to be discreet in watching as the inquisitor bent down to whisper something in Hovda’s ear.

“Thank you. Could I get a glass of champagne too?”

Creed gritted his teeth. He was obviously not the champagne guy, and he was about to enlighten her when the inquisitor stepped away from the lounge. A few more steps and he would be right between Creed and the bar. “I’ll see what I can do, ma’am.”

He straightened his back and channelled his inner waiter. With an air of nonchalance, he neared the man. Milky white skin, bright red corkscrew curls Creed wanted to pull only to see them bounce back—an evil man shouldn’t look like that.

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The Maddest of MenIs lying to a living polygraph really a good idea?

To prove his loyalty to Cham Hovda, one of the local drug lords, Grayham is willing to do anything—and he does. He helps Cham run his empire by finding out the truth by any possible means. It’s not as hard as it may seem, all he has to do is ask the right questions, and his internal polygraph will tell him if someone is lying or not. And when they lie—well he deals with that too. Life as an inquisitor can get quite lonely, not that Grayham plans on doing anything about it. It would kill him to have to off a lover.

Creed is a retrieving agent on a mission. He is to infiltrate one of Carona’s drug organisations to get to the inquisitor. Rumour states the man with the fiery red curls has supernatural powers; it also says anyone coming close to him disappears. Creed has no idea how he’s going to make it out alive or why his supervisor sent him in without backup. But, when an opening to work as a waiter at one of the drug lord’s parties presents itself Creed sets to work.

In a world where people compensate for the years of bombings and starvation with clinic bought physical perfection a man with crooked teeth and mismatching eyes stands out. Grayham notices the waiter watching him straight away. If he’s there to harm Cham, he’ll deal with it. Creed knows he must get his hands on the inquisitor so when he is invited to the man’s flat he agrees to come even though he knows it might be the last thing he’ll ever do.


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Some Green Reads

ShamrockSo, it’s St. Patrick’s Day and as a Swede, I have no idea what it means LOL. I’ve read up on St. Patrick, but I still don’t get why everyone turns green (it’s from the Emerald Isle, but still). Did you know that originally the colour used on St Patrick’s Day was blue?

But, we’re sticking with green! I thought I’d give you my favourite books with a green (-ish) cover. They’re not in any particular order, but here goes:

Motel. Pool.Motel. Pool. by Kim Fielding.

This is one of my favourite ghost stories. It’s not horror creepy, it’s a love story. Two broken men, one who lived in the 50s and one in present day, finding what’s missing in their lives (though one is dead). Not your usual ghost story but I love it!

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Claimings, Tails and Other Alien ArtifactsClaimings, Tails, and Other Alien Artifacts by Lyn Gala.

Simply adding the cover here has me thinking it’s time to re-read me some Liam and Odnry. I love this series so much but if I only where to read story tags I probably wouldn’t have picked it up. This is D/s, sci-fi, and a heap of hurt-comfort. I don’t read many BDSM stories, but this isn’t your leather-clad macho man waiting to hear a safeword kind, this is a calm and controlled purple alien. I love Ondry.

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I'll be you drill, soldierI’ll Be Your Drill, Soldier by Crystal Rose.

This story…I laughed, and I cried, and I laughed while still wiping away tears. I’m married to an army man, and I usually stay away from books with wars in them. I don’t mind me a soldier (obviously, ha!) but I prefer them when they’re former soldiers. This is as much of a love story as it is following four men through life, fighting battles.

And having been the one who’s been left behind when your partner goes to a faraway place on the other side of the globe, this story brought back some memories.

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Billy's BonesBilly’s Bones by Jamie Fessenden

This story is one you won’t forget easily, and it should come with a trigger warning. Kevin has suppressed memories from his childhood, he can’t stand to be touched, and he has tried to take his life. Tom is a therapist who becomes Kevin’s friend and then more, but the hidden memories want to come out and when they do the men has to face an ugly truth.

I couldn’t put this down. It’s…chilling.

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Sock it to me, santa!Sock it to Me, Santa! by Madison Parker

I know, I know, we’re far from Christmas but I wanted to go from the horrors of Billy’s Bones to something sweet, and this is sweet. I always say I don’t read YA, and if I can, I avoid it, but this is cute. Ryan is assigned to Jamie for his class’s secret gift exchange. Jamie is flamboyant and openly gay, and Ryan is not. But it’s Christmas, Ryan is a good kid, and he has a fab mum, so of course, there will be a gift exchange. Adorable, and if you haven’t read it you should…when we get a little closer to Christmas.

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So that was a little mix of green books to match your St Patrick’s Day suit!


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