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Title: The Last Resort Motel: Room 212
Series: The Last Resort Motel
Author: M.C. Webb
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: June 21, 2018
Ex Special Ops Navy Seal Nash Ferrell is working off a blood debt. It’s a debt he didn’t create, but is paying all the same. Just settling into his new criminal life on the road, he’s quite literally knocked on his ass by a mysterious raven haired female with lethal secrets of her own.
Kia Bloom is a fugitive on the run. What started out as a few days away, turned into a run for her life. Hacking into the wrong man’s hard drive proved to be a deadly mistake. Now a stranger is dogging her every step, watching, waiting for the perfect opportunity to take her out for good, but Kia receives unexpected aid from Nash, changing her course forever.
Thrown together by true happenstance, Nash and Kia begin an intense journey of survival, and possibly even salvation, if they can only survive
12 rooms. 12 authors. 12 unique stories.
January - Gwyn McNamee - Room 1 - Available NOW
February- Crystal Perkins - Room 10 - Available NOW
March - S Van Horne - Room 519 - Available NOW
April - Dee Kelly - Room 13 - Available NOW
May - B.T. Clearwater - Room 58 - Available NOW
June - M.C. Webb - Room 212 - Available NOW
July - Megan Matthews - Room 29
August - Elizabeth Otto - Room 100
September - Ann Mayburn - Room 419
October - Geri Glenn - Room 666
November - Winter Travers - Room 19
December - Verlene Landon - Room 15
M.C. Webb is a contemporary author of dark romance. First published in high school, the attention shy writer avoided publication for many years, opting to limit her work locally. Her now widely released bibliography includes the suspenseful "The Black Trilogy" a touch of second chance love in "Second String" and newest spellbinding novel "Breaking the Girl" out Valentines Day 2017. Born in Chatsworth Georgia, M.C. spent most of her childhood in the deep south until landing in the place she calls home today, Knoxville Tennessee. She loves interacting with readers and is a huge supporter of film, football, hockey and the blues.
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Read an Excerpt:
Craige cinched his chinstrap tighter and in the distance, glimpsed a profile of what looked to be a Bell Textron’s 62X KW warrior carrying an ALQ 131 or a 144 or a modified 147A white-noise jammer in the crook of his arm. Craige pressed his goggles to the ground tighter. Ready as he could get for the back-blast inferno and flesh-boiling incandescence. The ground punched his belly. He felt more than heard the rumbling plasma-searing waves tearing the ground with seismic jolting thuds. The pressure waves jarred his eardrums.
Follow-up chopper runs unleashed a consuming churning hell along the steep walls and dry wadi. Low-altitude chopper sorties took over with end-of-the-world sunbursts sterilizing a morass of targets. Laser guided missiles pulverized crumpled ledges and overhangs into igneous mini-lahars. Bunker buster smart bombs whistled into caves smashing tunnel walls, roasting any bottom feeders hiding inside. Secondary strikes continued, napalm, thermite, and phosphorous blanketed the area. The smothering white-heat boiled in the solar-hot overkill incineration of containers of stored Marburg-Ebolapox, leaving a sterile landscape of glazed sand, gravel, vaporized odds-and-ends, and a few recognizable body parts. The fearful kill-beauty of magenta and mauve mushrooms and cherry-white red-orange acrid plumes left the eerie shimmering moonscape. Avram ordered re-targeting the whole valley, including the passageways that had been tunneled into. He was taking no chances.
Craige felt a sad lament as the gunships made their final runs, missiles and bombs slammed into the mountain. Undiscovered artifacts destroyed, the site possibly entombed beyond recovery. It wasn’t the worst of what might’ve been. If the virus had been loosed, there’d be damn few survivors.
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