The launch giveaway has ended, and the winners are: Grand Prize: Logan Humenik Signed Copies of Alone and Unafraid: Dave Compton and Randall Long Congratulations.
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Alone-Unafraid-American-Praetorians-Book-ebook/dp/B00MVWR67U/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1409059182&sr=8-1&keywords=peter+nealen Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/alone-and-unafraid-peter-nealen/1120193406?ean=9781500702601 Barnes & Noble is still behind; the ebook was delivered a week ago, but they still don’t have it up. It’s also available on Apple iBooks.
So, Kindle Direct Publishing recently instituted Kindle pre-orders for independent publishers. This means that at least for the electronic versions, I can actually set a release date. While a little bit further out would probably help more, I’m still figuring this out, and I’m sure some of you (based on some of the comments I’ve been getting) are getting a little impatient. So, without further ado, the pre-order for the Kindle edition of Alone and Unafraid is live. It will release on August 26th. I’m hoping to have the paperback out then as well, give or take a day; we’ll have to see how the proof comes out. The pre-order page: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00MVWR67U This book will also be enrolled in Kindle Matchbook, meaning that if you buy the paperback (once it’s out, obviously), you can get the Kindle version at a reduced price.
First things first; we have a cover. Still a work in progress, but it’s pretty close to finalized at this point. My friend Dave Reeder has also posted his early review of the book to RECOIL’s website: http://www.recoilweb.com/alone-and-unafraid-48467.html
“You know,” Black said as I walked into his small room/cell, “if you’d taken me along it could have worked out a lot simpler. I could have gotten us in as Project contractors, then we could have either started schwacking ‘em from the inside, or walked out if it was too hot. You guys keep up this kinetic door-kicking shit and there aren’t going to be many of you left before long.” I studied him impassively. Unfortunately, he had a point. I just hated to hear it from a guy who had been paid to support our sworn enemies. “What’s your deal, Black?” I asked. “We capture you fighting with ISIS, but now you want to be all buddy-buddy?” He spread his hands. “Put yourself in my shoes. Not only do I finally get offered work—and you guys should know how hard that is to come by these days—but it’s a chance to deal some hurt to some real bad guys. We got to see some really scary shit intel-wise about what the IRGC is up to. Hezbollah moving CBRN materials into the US from Mexico, nuclear and missile deals with not only North Korea but the Russians and Chinese,
Missed it last week; been up to my eyeballs editing. ********************************************** Nick swung the HiLux around the corner and gunned it, accelerating rapidly toward the target building. As he did, I heard the snap of shots overhead even over the roar of the engine, and three dim figures in the street dropped. A fourth tried to run, but a flurry of gunfire cut him down, sending him sprawling on his face in the middle of the street, his limbs gone loose in death. Then we were in front of the gate and jumping out of the vehicle. We had to rely on Mike’s team to keep anyone outside off the trucks. We simply didn’t have the manpower to keep security on the vehicles while the rest went inside. We needed every gun on the assault, so seven of us piled out and stacked on the gate, while Cyrus drove the second HiLux almost directly in front of it. Little Bob grabbed the chain in the back, which was already hooked to the truck’s frame, looped it through the lattice at the top of the gate, and hooked it onto itself. Cyrus gunned the engine, ripping the gate off its
The first draft was finished on Saturday, and editing has commenced. Meanwhile, here’s the next snippet: **************************** Jim and I were waiting at the RV point, two blocks from the target house. We were both dressed like locals. Jim had gone more traditional, wearing a light dishdasha and a brown coat. I was wearing jeans, shoes, and a t-shirt with a leather coat. I was still a little big for a local, but in the dark it made less of a difference. First glance was all that mattered at the moment; if it went beyond that, both of us had our .45s hidden under our coats, along with soft armor. The long guns were in duffels in the HiLux. Cyrus and Marcus approached us, similarly dressed, and we made a great show of greeting each other, embracing and shaking hands. From a distance, it would look like any group of men meeting on the street. We moved to the HiLux and drove around the block to an abandoned construction site where the rest of the team was waiting. Cyrus and Marcus hadn’t been part of my team before. They’d been Mike’s boys, but with the casualties we’d taken over the
“That’s him.” Amos Black was sitting in the center back seat of the black HiLux, with Bryan and Hassan crowding him on each side. Bryan was there to quietly kill Black as soon as he showed any sign of treachery. Hassan was there to help coordinate with the team of Hussein Ali’s finest that was running overwatch. Hussein Ali had suggested that his boys should take this, but I’d declined, and Mike had backed me up. This was our hit, for very special reasons. The man Black had fingered looked nondescript as hell, especially in southern Iraq. Short, skinny, short black hair, neatly trimmed beard, black dishdasha, talking on a cell phone. There was nothing in his appearance to suggest that he was anything special. Not that that was in any way odd in this strange, shadowy war. Some of the nastiest opponents were the ones who looked like frail businessmen. And according to Black, this guy was one of the top commanders of the Abdul Qadir Brigade, a sub-unit of the Islamic State in Iraq and as-Sham. Right now, this skinny, inoffensive-looking motherfucker was walking down a still-crowded street in a primarily Sunni part of Basra. There weren’t a
With the recent events in Iraq, as ISIS takes city after city and the Iraqi Army folds like a cheap suit, Hunting in the Shadows and Alone and Unafraid have solidly moved from “speculative fiction” into “alternate history.” It’s a risk that an author takes, writing fictional stories in real-world conflict zones, that events might very well overtake the story. In this case, they have, as a couple of my assumptions in setting up the story have proven erroneous: I figured ISIS would focus more on Syria until Assad was overthrown, and that the IA would show a little bit more spine than it has. Oh, well. That’s why it’s fiction. I’ll still push forward based on the story so far; for one thing, I’m not throwing out 80k words worth of work. It’s still a good story, it’s just happening in a world that’s not quite ours…
Wow, it’s been a long time since I updated this page. Sorry about that. So, I’m presently banging away at Alone and Unafraid, the third Praetorian novel. Put simply, it’s being something of a bear. While I’m a significant part of the way done, it’s not done yet, and it’s probably going to require some serious rewrites. It is coming, eventually. That said, I’ve got three more Jed Horn stories on the horizon, one of which is a prequel to A Silver Cross and a Winchester, revealing Jed’s introduction to the Order. The other two come after Silver Cross. There’s a haunted sanitarium, an age-old evil that’s claimed the lives of twenty Hunters over the last century, and a few other things that go bump in the night. The Praetorian series has taken a turn away from the direction I thought it would, and that’s, I think, for the better. Provided I get Alone and Unafraid done, we’ll see stories coming up in the Tri-Border Area of South America, Mexico, Nigeria, Eastern Europe (I foresee a long-standing feud between the Praetorians and the SVD/Mafiya), and possibly Central Asia somewhere. There’s also a stand-alone about fighting Malay pirates that I’ll admit