Wednesday, August 18, 2021

THE SISTERS OF RECKONING by Charlotte Nicole Davis Official Blog Tour and giveaway


Publisher ‏ : ‎ Tor Teen (August 10, 2021)
Publication date ‏ : ‎ August 10, 2021
Language ‏ : ‎ English


Featured in Teen Vogue

“Populated by a unique and diverse collection of characters that you will immediately fall in love with, this is a novel that will make you think, make you feel, and make you cry out, 'glory to the reckoning'.” ―Lauren Shippen, author of The Infinite Noise: A Bright Sessions Novel

“Davis has a knack for effortlessly tying in character development to the fast-moving plot. Readers will enjoy meeting and continuing to get to know the diverse cast[.] This book is hard to put down and readers will be inspired by its ending...Perfect for fans of Snowpiercer and Firefly.” ―School Library Journal

The Sisters of Reckoning is the blockbuster sequel to Charlotte Nicole Davis's alternate Old West-set commercial fantasy adventure.

The Good Luck Girls are free. Aster's sister and friends have new lives across the border in Ferron, while Aster remains in Arketta, helping more girls escape. But news of a new welcome house opening fills Aster with a need to do more than just help individual girls. And an unexpected reunion gives her an idea of how to do it. From there, grows a wildly ambitious plan to free all dustbloods, who live as prisoners to Arketta's landmasters and debt slavery.

When Clementine and the others return from Ferron, they become the heart of a vibrant group of fearless fighters, working to unite the various underclasses and convince them to join in the fight. Along the way, friendships will be forged, lives will be lost, and love will take root even in the harshest of circumstances, between the most unexpected of lovers.

But will Arketta's dustbloods finally come into power and freedom, or will the resistance just open them up to a new sort of danger?

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My Review

Wow, How did I not know that this book was a sequel? 

Yes, this is book two, but I would have never known it. Didn't realize it when I started reading, which is a good thing because I didn't feel lost or confused AT ALL! Although, I will go back and read the first story, because I feel that it will be as wonderful as the second.

From start to finish, this story rages with adventure and strategies. Aster is an amazing character with spunk and confidence that seems to build with each struggle she faces. With her friends back, she is finally not alone to do what is right and help all those girls who needs it. 

Wow, I loved this story. Allies when you don't expect it, heart breaks, love,, it just doesn't stop. This story has it all. The words fly off the page as you dig deeper into the story. The world building is fantastic, and I am always amazed and grateful for someone else's imagination.

This is a series you can't put, so good. You will absolutely fall for the characters and never want to give them up.

Photo Credit: Brett Pruitt

Charlotte Nicole Davis is the author of The Good Luck Girls, a young adult fantasy novel releasing in Fall 2019 with Tor Teen. A graduate of The New School’s Writing for Children MFA program, Charlotte loves comic book movies and books with maps in the front. She currently lives in Brooklyn with a cat with a crooked tail.

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Wednesday, August 4, 2021

A BLOOD OF KINGS by Bryce O'Connor and Luke Chmilenko Official Audio Tour, Excerpt and Giveaway

Listening Length: 16 hours and 26 minutes
Author: Bryce O'Connor, Luke Chmilenko
Narrator: Nick Podehl
Release Date: July 13, 2021
Publisher: Podium Audio
Program Type Audiobook
Version Unabridged

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Ryn has fallen. Ester could be dying. Bonner is too far away to help.

No matter how Declan Idrys looks at his situation, he comes to the same conclusion every time: He is about to die at the hands of the first dark elf seen in 700 years. Fate, fortunately, is not so cruel, though, and after barely surviving this initial encounter with the er’endehn of Eserysh, Declan and his friends find themselves in a tentative truce with the war-loving elves. They share a common enemy, after all, and their mutual hate for the Endless Queen and her growing legions is enough for the two groups to set aside their mistrust for one another, if only for now.

Sehranya, however, is not one to rest easy while her enemies join forces, and Declan and his companions soon find themselves assaulted by new horrors as they set out to make at last for the legendary city of Ysenden in truth.

But the queen has made a mistake. Within Declan the slumbering might of his line is at last stirring, prodded into life by the guiding hands of Bonner yr’Essel. Fire. Power. Strength. Sehranya will rue the day she did not throw everything she had into slaying the one of King’s blood....

Let award-winning voice artist Nick Podehl capture your imagination as you dive into the much-anticipated next installment of The Shattered Reigns, a best-selling fantasy series written by two authors at the top of their game.

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Common men cannot fathom to the power of dragon. Even the lesser beasts—subordinate to their primordial line—are terrifying to behold. Massive creatures as they are, however, it is less their physical form that one need concern themselves with, and more the magics they wield at will. It is the commonly held belief of the educated that, even as hatchlings, dragons lack any need for the arduous training of the mankind’s mages and the occasional of the elven races who show a potential for the

art. Rather, they are born knowing, born understanding their race’s instinctive talent for drawing upon the leylines of the world, and the subsequent destruction they can reek is mostly myth for a very simple reason: one does not tend to witness it and survive.

More frightening still, however, is that one trembles to consider what sort of creature the Mother

above would allow into being to balance such a presence…



- In the Dragon’s Den, author unknown,

c. 250p.f.


Ryn knew only vaguely that he was falling.

It was a secondary concern, inconsequential compared to the pain, fury, and ferocity of the fight he had more directly on hand. In his great talons the drey thrashed, almost small despite its five-foot broad chest and some nine feet of height, but for all their difference in size the creature was a match for him.

Viciously-clawed hands tore at his scales, and each time a hoofed foot caught Ryn in the chest it was

like being struck across the ribs by a battering ram. The thing’s leathery wings whipped about his face and eyes, obscuring his already-limited vision, and the broken juts of its uneven fangs shone bloody in its elk’s head. Ryn’s neck throbbed, a searing agony boiling through his shoulder and back from where his opponent had just ripped a mouthful of flesh from the place just below the curve of his jaw. He was paralyzed by the pain, and through the haze of it he realized that this was why he was falling, this was why he was hurtling down, down into the dark to be swallowed by the abyss beneath the earth.


Ryn roared as he felt something long and thin, like the blade of a sword, tear into his side. The drey had taken further advantage of his moment of incapacitation to sink the cruel barb of its jointed tail as deep as it would go.

Still, with this new shock came clarity, and so it was with a blink or two of his white-gold eyes that

Ryn’s spirit returned to the battle with a vengeance.


With a slashing of one front leg, Ryn struck the thing across the side of the head. Any other creature would have been decapitated by such a blow, but the drey’s doubtlessly-imbued bones held firm, and only an antler snapped off to spin away into the whirling black. With a screech it returned the treatment in kind, tearing and slashing at him. They fell and tumbled and sank deeper, deeper into the dark, faster and faster until the air screamed all around them. Blood and scales and fur were cut and ripped away, each of the pair taking it in turn to roar or scream in alternating pain and victory. First Ryn had the upper hand, then the drey, then Ryn again, this cycle repeating as endlessly as the emptiness that was engulfing them. Nothing existed to each but the other, as well as the firm, clear knowledge that one sole victor would have a prayer of walking away from this exchange alive.

When the moment of advantage came, therefore, Ryn didn’t hesitate.

Sacrificing a front shoulder to a series of long, clawed gashes, he managed to wrap a hand about the drey’s abdomen. It keened again, writhing under the pressure of his talons piercing its gut, pounding at his forearm with enough force to break the trunk of a small tree. Ignoring the hammering ache of each blow, Ryn managed instead to get his other front hand around its chest, finally pinning it

somewhat steadily before him. Together they continued to tumble endlessly through the air, but finding itself before his great head, the drey changed tactics, scrabbling and slashing at his face instead of his arms, trying and failing to get at his eyes.

With a thought, the magics in Ryn’s blood flared to life, heat building in his throat and chest, and

the blackness all around them fled when his mouth began to glow white with the building of ivory fire.

Unfortunately, the drey were as intelligent as they were savage.

Forgoing its attempt to slash at him, the pinned beast instead reached down with both hands and took him by the bottom jaw. With a strength that belied its slighter frame, the thing wrenched Ryn’s entire head up and away with a piercing scream. Unable to hold back the fire already roiling between

his fangs, Ryn was forced to release the magic through teeth clamped shut by the restraining angle. The flames sprayed out in a tumbling fan around them, spilling by and across the pair of them in their plummet. It seared even Ryn’s own hide, splashing across his black scales painfully and scorching the more delicate membranes of his wings. It was not for nothing, however, that he had been gifted with primordial blood. The power in his veins repelled the broiling heat, refused it with the absolute firmness of a mountain unmoving in the lashing of a winter storm. The pain pulsed, then ebbed, fading as the fires ran their course, streaming off him like water over oiled cloth.

The drey was less fortunate.

Despite saving itself the greater calamity of taking the dragonfire full in the chest, the spilling of the magic was not so kind to its form, made more widely of fur and skin. It screeched and thrashed,

letting go of Ryn’s jaw in favor of scrabbling at its own hide, trying to bat and claw away the flickering white of the clinging magic. It managed it, barely, but not before half its face had all but melted away and its broad wings became nothing more than useless sheets, tattered with holes that smoldered and widened with the stink of burning skin.

Ryn took his chance, then.

He’d not had great opportunity to fly in the last seven of his eight centuries, and so it was with some difficulty that he struggled to get his bearings. Through the pain he did his best to focus, the confusion of his swirling direction not helped by the spinning tumble into the abyss. Ryn’s mind battled with gravity as the pair of them twisted, trying to capture which way was up. He failed again and again, and in his grasp the drey’s attention had turned back to him, and Ryn saw the thing’s cruel tail swing around and stiffen in preparation again.

Forgoing his hope for better timing, Ryn flared his wings wide with a snap of catching air.

Luck—or perhaps the deity Declan and his forefathers called “the Mother”—must have been on his side this day, because it turned out he’d been in the middle of spinning right-side-up when the broad membranes caught. His wings jolted and strained in the upward rush, like catching the winds of a gale, and Ryn gave an unbidden grunt when the corded muscles of his back were wrenched by the jarring impact of cutting his momentum with a twisting jerk. The movement, though, slung the drey off of him as its own impetus continued to pull it down. With a keening scream that echoed in the ocean of emptiness it plummeted away, and Ryn could only listen to it fall, hearing for a long few seconds the flapping sound of its ruined wings fighting uselessly to keep it afloat.

Then even that faded into the black, and Ryn was left alone, suspended in limbo.

At once he sagged, the pain of the hard-won fight pulling at him, dragging him down. The slow beat of his wings stuttered, and he dipped a dozen feet before he caught himself. Though he couldn’t see it, he could feel blood streaming along his chest and legs, spilling particularly nastily from one back foot, below where the drey’s tail had punched into his side. His neck, too, ached dreadfully, acutely so when he lifted his head to blink up into the black.

There, far, far above him, a distant, single point of light marked the cavern from which he’d fallen.

Hold on, Ryn said to no one in particular, pushing his wings to beat a little harder. Once. Twice.

On the third he started to gain momentum, and soon he was ascending with gathering speed.

Hold on.

Photo Content from Bryce O'Connor & Luke Chmilenko

Luke Chmilenko was born in 1987 and spent the majority of his life growing up within Mississauga, Ontario. He now lives in Burlington, Ontario with his wife, daughter, and two cats. He currently works as a full time author looking to deliver the latest entries in his various series.

Bryce O’Connor learned the importance of a well-crafted story at an early age. Raised on the tall tales of Brian Jacques' Redwall and J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series, he fell in love with reading when he realized that one's imagination is the only place where dragons might actually fly free. He lives in Rochester, NY.

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Tuesday, August 3, 2021

BREAKAWAY by Craig Alanson Official Audio Tour, Excerpt and Giveaway


Listening Length: 19 hours and 22 minutes
Author: Craig Alanson
Narrator R.C. Bray Release Date: June 01, 2021
Publisher: Podium Audio
Program Type: Audiobook

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The Merry Band of Pirates offered the bad guys a ceasefire. We won’t mess with them, if they don’t mess with us. Easy, right?


The aliens chose to do things the hard way. So, the Pirates are racing around the galaxy to clean up the threat to Earth. The infant UN Navy has their own mission with the Alien Legion: get humanity some allies in the fight. And the Ethics & Compliance Office might have to do something...ethical. Unless they can find a way around it.

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The Rindhalu heavy cruiser Spear of Rantaloss hung motionless in space, relative to the Jeraptha Ethics and Compliance Office ship Will Do Sketchy Things, both ships having completed exhaustive sensor sweeps of the battle area. To describe the action that took place there as a battle was inaccurate; it was a slaughter. The senior surviving officer of the ECO ship We Were Never Here was Commander Zilleen Fentenu, and she did not have anything useful to report. The second group of Jeraptha ships that were awaiting transfer to the humans, had been ambushed by an overwhelming force of Maxolhx warships without warning. All of the ships designated for transfer were systematically destroyed, along with the star carriers they were attached to, and their front-line escort vessels.

The attack had been a complete shock, but what truly concerned Captain Uhtavio Scorandum of the Ethics and Compliance Office was, why had the humans never arrived at the rendezvous point? They were supposed to meet the second group of ships, to take possession, and guide the star carriers to the remote inaccessible forward operating base the humans had established at the edge of the galaxy. If the human ship Valkyrie had suffered a horrible fate, the balance of power in the galaxy might abruptly change again. Scorandum’s head was still spinning from learning that humans were flying the fearsome ghost ship, and that humans had a cache of Elder weapons.

The most shocking news of all was that humans had been flying around the galaxy for years, doing all kinds of awesomely sketchy things, without ECO being involved or even knowing humans were players.

Clearly, the Ethics and Compliance Office needed to seriously step up its game.

“Captain Scorandum,” the Rindhalu official representative aboard the advanced-technology warship glared, as she appeared on the bridge display of the Will Do Sketchy Things. “We demand an explanation!”

“Yes, thank you,” Scorandum breathed an exaggerated sigh of relief.

“Excellent, then- Wait, what?”

“We also demand an explanation for this outrage,” Scorandum shook his head sadly. “When you

get that explanation from the devious Maxolhx, please pass it along to us.” “From the-” The spider’s hideous mouth gaped open.

“We also wish for an apology.”

“The Maxolhx do not apologize to any-”

“You misunderstand me. We wish for an apology from you.”

“From us?” The spider screeched. Even through the translator, the sound made Scorandum’s

leathery skin crawl.

“Of course. Under our mutual-defense treaty, you are required to defend us against attacks by your counterparts. This was a direct assault by a senior species force, against a second-tier client species of your coalition. You failed to protect us.”


“No doubt you are deeply ashamed by your failure, and will compensate us by-”

“Captain Scorandum! The explanation we demand is how a group of your ships came to be here, after we expressly forbid you to transfer more ships to the humans, and after you claimed this same group of ships was mysteriously stolen.”

“Oh? It seems fairly obvious to me.”

“It seems obvious to us, also. We await your apology.”

“An apology from us?” Scorandum’s main antennas dipped low over his eyes. “Clearly, the

Maxolhx stole those ships.”

“The- You are claiming the Maxolhx stole the ships from you, then brought them all the way

here, before destroying them? That makes no sense!”

“The methods of the enemy are inscrutable, certainly,” the ECO captain sighed. “That is why we depend on our exalted patrons the Rindhalu, to warn us of impending danger, and to protect us. Which, I am reluctant to mention again, you failed to do.”

Aaargh! If the ships were indeed stolen from you, then please explain why one of your ships, the We Were Never Here, was found among the wreckage.”

Scorandum blinked. “Well, that also seems fairly obvious.”

“Really?” The spider’s voice dripped with scorn. “We await your rationale for that.”

“Clearly, Commander Fentenu of the We Were Never Here discovered the theft in progress, and bravely followed the enemy here, to determine their intentions. Sadly, the heroic efforts of her crew were unable to overcome the heinous perfidy of the enemy. Before she could report her findings to you, her ship was destroyed.”

That is your story?” The spider was incredulous.

“Honored Representative, I do not see any other possible explanation.” “You do not?”

Scorandum shook his head, his antennas flopping side to side. “No.”

“How about this: those ships were never stolen. They were here, waiting for the humans to meet you, but instead the Maxolhx discovered your plan, and destroyed the ships before the humans could use them against all of us.”

“That is a shocking and hurtful accusation,” Scorandum hung his head, his antennas drooping. “It also does not account for the facts.”

“What facts?”

“If the humans were supposed to meet us here, where are they? We found no evidence any human

ship was ever here.”

“Well-” The spider’s eyes blinked.

“I mean, unless you found evidence that the humans were here, and chose not to share that

information with us?” “We did not-”

“Perhaps,” Captain Scorandum glared at the image on the display, “your people wished to make sure those ships were not available for transfer, so you stole the ships, then gave the Maxolhx their

location. Let your counterparts do your dirty work for you.” “How dare you?” The Rindhalu official raged. “We-”

“Right now, I do not know what to believe. It appears the only thing the two of us can agree on, is that your people failed to live up to your treaty obligations.”

“That is not-”

“Honored Representative, I am not accusing your people of acting in bad faith. Not yet.” “You had better not be-”

“It is possible that simple incompetence on your part is responsible for this tragedy.” “AAARGH!” The spider’s image disappeared as the transmission was cut.

Scorandum cut the feed from his end, turning to his second in command. “Kinsta, are we caught in

a damping field?”

The officer checked his console to verify. “No, Sir. We are not actually waiting for a formal

apology, are we?”

No. Jump us the hell out of here. I don’t want to push our luck.”




“Dad?” Dave Czajka called softly as he stepped out the sliding glass door into the backyard.

His father was supposed to be watching the grill, making sure the bratwursts didn’t burn. Instead, he had stepped off the deck and onto the grass, staring up at the sky. It was near sunset of a pleasant

day. The sky was free of clouds other than high-altitude contrails of jetliners headed south. All the planes flying south were full. The northbound legs, mostly empty, were being diverted around the heavily traveled routes, to clear airspace for the southbound flights that were earning money.

“What are you looking at?” Dave asked, when his father didn’t respond.

Using the tongs, his father pointed at a white streak to the northeast. At the front of the contrail, sunlight glinted briefly off the aircraft, a flare of gold.

“What do you think?” His father asked. “Winnipeg to Cuba, with a stop in Chicago?” “Chicago?” Dave squinted at the high-flying jet, then turned toward the south, where Chicago

was unseen over the horizon of the suburbs of Milwaukee. “No. If they have to refuel, they’ll do it in Atlanta, probably.”

The plane had to be packed with Canadians, fleeing to Cuba, or somewhere in the Caribbean.

Some place that would still be reasonably warm, when the planet began to freeze. He knew the flight, assuming it originated in Canada, could not be destined for Florida, or any other traditional US destination for sun-seeking Canadians.

The United States had banned non-citizens from residing in, or even visiting, anywhere in the country that was below the 37th parallel, a line just north of the border between Virginia and North Carolina. That southern area was filling up with Americans who were already emptying out the northern cities, a steady trickle that was becoming a flood.

Cuba, Venezuela, and a handful of other Latin American countries had opened their borders to Canadians, and citizens of the EU and Britain. Many countries in Africa had programs to accept people from northern climates. Refugees were welcome provided they had cash, and plenty of it. Enough money deposited in a local bank, to pay for housing and food and medical care for five years. Plus a ‘temporary citizenship’ payment that was increasing in price every month, as the value of currencies around the world plunged.

Americans did not have the option of going to Cuba, and at first, found they were unwelcome south of the US border. Until the government in Washington struck a bargain with Mexico, Columbia, Ecuador and others, to provide cash payments and other direct assistance. Crossing the Rio Grande southbound was still limited to Americans and Canadians who already owned property in Cabo, Cancun and other tourist destinations. Or those who were willing to buy property without seeing it first, which many were happy and even eager to do.

The northern US states were emptying out, despite the federal government urging calm, and the predictions of scientists that it would be years before the first effects of the cloud could be felt, and years more until the climate fell into a miserable Little Ice Age.

Or perhaps more than a Little Ice Age. No one knew for sure. There wasn’t enough data, nor were climate models on Earth set up to account for a rather sudden and unprecedented decrease in sunlight reaching the surface.

“Hmm,” his father grunted. “Good luck to them, then. Lucky bastards,” he added under his breath.

Then he looked at his son and smiled. “More poutine for us, right?”

“Right, Dad,” Dave forced a grin. There were a lot of forced smiles going around, people literally

trying to put a brave face in spite of the looming disaster.

His father sighed, looking up again, this time at nothing. “A clear sky. We won’t be seeing many of

those once the cloud gets here. That’s what they say.” Shaking his head, he walked over to the grill.

“The cloud will just look like a hazy summer day. Nothing we can see up there, just the Sun a little less

bright than usual.” He held the tongs up and clicked them, before picking up a brat to check it.

“Hard to believe that will freeze the whole planet,” Dave agreed. “Dad, did you and Mom talk


“Texas? Yes. Hey, hand me those onions.”

Dave picked up the tray of onions and set it next to the grill.

“You gotta cook these slow,” his father imparted wisdom learned from his father. “You want to

caramelize them just a bit, not burn them. It’s a fine line.”

Dave knew his father was talking about grilling onions, to avoid talking about something more important. “I know. Dad, Steve called me this afternoon, he-”

“We know.”

There wasn’t anything to be said, that hadn’t already been said. Over and over. His parents had to make the decision on their own. They were adults. So why did Dave feel responsible for them?

His older brother Steve lived near San Antonio. The day after the announcement about the cloud, Steve called to invite, no, urge their parents to come down to live with him. It would be a tight fit, Steve had two children in a three bedroom house, and his wife’s aunt was already coming to stay for at least several months.

“Your mother,” his father said as he slowly placed onions on the grill. “Said the dealership took an RV on trade-in for a truck last week. Twenty-five feet, something like that. It needs a new

transmission, and some other work.”

“I don’t mind wrenching, you know that.”

“Dropping a tranny and putting in a new one is more than wrenching. But, thanks.” “You’re getting it? The RV?”

“We might.”

Dave knew that meant his parents had made the decision.

“The dealership is scaling back,” his father continued. “They gave your mother a notice for her last two weeks, yesterday.”

That made sense, even if it made Dave angry. His mother had worked at the dealership for twelve years, and now managed the parts department. Now they were letting her go.

He knew he shouldn’t be upset. No one was buying cars anymore. Trucks, maybe, and few of

those. People weren’t buying motorcycles either, the Harley-Davidson plant announced a furlough, but everyone knew the place was shutting down. Who wanted to ride a motorcycle while the planet froze?

“What about your job?” Dave asked.

Ed shrugged. “Power demand is down nine percent already, compared to last year.” His father worked as an engineer for the local electric utility. “The company tells us people will need power to heat their homes but,” he waved tongs to point out the houses around them. Every week, more of those homes were abandoned. “No need for heat around here, if no one is at home. There’s talk about power plants up north feeding energy demand down south but, that’s only temporary.

Transmission losses across that distance make it impractical. Now, San Antonio? They’ll be expanding the grid down there. Always need engineers. Your mother is worried but, I’ll find work. Son,” his father looked directly at him for the first time. “We’d like you to come with us. Steve plans for us to park the RV in his backyard, for your mother and me. You can use his camper, for a while.”

Dave kept the grimace he felt from showing on his face. He was familiar with his brother’s camper, it was a pop-up unit, barely big enough for two people. That was OK, all he would be doing was sleeping there, and not for long. As soon as his parents were settled in Texas, he would be- What? Contacting the Army, probably. After he found out what Jesse and Shauna were doing.

“Sure thing, Dad. When do we leave?”

“Well, we can’t sell the house,” he pursed his lips. “Nobody’s buying, not around here. We’ll

drain the pipes, board up the windows, see about-” “Dad. I’ll help.”

“Thanks. I’m going to miss this place.” “Me too. Uh, that bratwurst is burning.”

“Oh, darn it,” Ed snatched it off the grill with the tongs. “I’ll hide this one on the bottom of the pile. Don’t tell your mother.”

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Craig Alanson used to create financial reports for a large IT services company. Writing fiction at nights and on weekends, he finally independently published three novels on Amazon. Within 6 months of his first ebook release, he was able to quit his day job and pursue a full-time writing career. The breakout success of Columbus Day (Expeditionary Force, Book 1) reached new heights when Podium Audio released it in audio format, narrated by Audie Award Winner R.C. Bray. The Columbus Day audiobook was a huge hit, and a finalist for an Audie Award as Audiobook of the Year. 

The ExForce series, as it is known to fans, has gone on to 10 books/audiobooks, many of which have hit the NYT best-seller list, with a 11th book releasing June 2021 and 14 books planned. Craig has also published a spin-off series, ExForce: Mavericks; an ExForce audio drama, Homefront; a fantasy trilogy, Ascendent; and a young adult space opera, Aces. Craig lives in Virginia with his wife, who loves him even though he perpetually refuses to clean the garage.

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