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In case you haven't yet read my other dystopian series yet, here's a brief sample of the book to tweak your interest. It's a little bit different from the dangerous Days Series (no zombies for one) but who knows, it might just be right up your alley!

Here's a sneak peek at the first chapter and blurb. The book is available here: The Black Tide - Remnants Fight for those you love

Besieged by guilt and saddled with the care of her little sister, Ava struggles to cope with the demands placed upon her young shoulders. When an unstoppable disease sweeps across the globe, decimating the population, her life takes a terrifying turn for the worse.

Threatened with starvation, enslavement, and exile, life becomes a daily struggle for survival. Driven by the need to protect the only family she has left, Ava searches for salvation, a safe haven for them both. But with each passing day, new enemies appear while the people she trusts are swept away on a tide of blood.

A New Adult Dystopian Novel about one young woman's struggle to not only survive but thrive in even the most difficult of situations while learning who she really is and what she is capable of.

Chapter 1 - Sample

I took the loaf out of the bread bin. It was moldy. Fuzzy patches of white had sprung up around the edges, intensifying to blue-green in places. I picked it off with my nails and popped three slices into the toaster. With any luck, it would taste all right, and nobody would notice. I wrapped up the rest and put it away. Only two slices left.

“Lexi, are you ready for school yet?” I called. Silence met my ears. “Lexi, we're gonna be late!”

“I'm coming; I'm coming.” She flounced into the kitchen, dragging her school bag behind her like it was filled with cement.

Flopping down on a chair she stared at me, her expression baleful. My little sister was not a morning person. I made her a cup of tea with heaps of sugar, hoping to perk her up. At least, we still had a lot of that.

I gave her a quick once over and sighed. Her dark brown hair curled out in all directions, the ponytail sagging beneath the weight of the thick strands. “What the hell happened to your hair? Did rats try to eat it? What will your teachers think?”

“What does it matter? I'm like the only one there.” She crossed her arms and pouted, bottom lip stuck out as far as it could go.

“That's not true. There are still lots of kids in school.”

“Is not. Even Jenny's mom is letting her stay at home now.”

“Who's Jenny?”

She looked at me with disdain. “Jenny's my BFF.”

I snorted. BFF, indeed. Kids. “Well, you heard what Dad said, Lexi. You're going to school.”

She stuck her tongue out before slumping forward onto her arms. I knew how she felt. I also hated school as a kid. Now I hated work. Same thing, different day.

The bread popped out of the toaster, and I grabbed the margarine tub. Crap. It's empty. I scraped the last bit out and stretched it over a slice. Putting it on a plate, I handed it to Lexi. “Eat up. We're leaving in five minutes.”

She eyed the single slice of toast but didn't complain. “Where's yours?”

“I've got my own, don't worry.” I picked up the second slice and waved it at her then crammed it into my mouth, swallowing the dry mush with a sip of tea.

“Do I get lunch today?” Her face was hopeful, and my heart clenched as I studied her pale face and dull eyes, the ordinarily creamy skin like curdled milk.

I tried hard to stretch our meager supplies and when possible gave her extra, but she was always hungry. We all were. It made me feel helpless. Reaching into the cupboard above me, I popped out three multivitamins and handed her one. It was one of the few perks my job provided.

“Sorry, sweet pea. Not today. But I'll see if I can buy more food after work, okay?” She nodded and ate the last of her toast, swallowing the pill with a grimace. I copied her, worry consuming my mind.

The shops were running dry. Food deliveries had slowed, and prices had soared to astronomical heights. Never rich to begin with, we now struggled to put food on the table.

My dad walked into the kitchen, “Morning, kids.”

“I'm not a kid anymore,” Lexi complained. “I'm ten years old.” She held up both hands for emphasis.

He rolled his eyes and laughed, ruffling her messy hair.

I handed him the last slice of toast and a cup of tea with his vitamin. “Here's breakfast.”

My dad took it with reluctance. “Have you and Lexi eaten yet?”

Oh, Dad. Always worried about us.

“Yes, we have. We're running low on supplies, though. I'll see if I can get more after work.”

He nodded, fishing in his pockets. “Here. I got paid yesterday. Buy as much food as you can. It's the last.”

He handed me the notes. It was a pitiful amount, the few hundred rands now meaningless in the face of the growing economic crisis.

“What do you mean last?” I took in his rumpled appearance for the first time. “Aren't you going to work today?”

“The mine's closed, Ava.” He ran a trembling hand through his hair. The news had hit him hard. “They ran us off yesterday. Told us to get off the property. They even had the police there. People were screaming, fighting...”

“God, why didn't