I’m feeling quite nostalgic today as it’s the 2nd anniversary of the publication date for my book, The Vessel. This also makes it my author birthday in a sense, as it was the first book I released, and in the same month I also started writing this blog, so it’s a pretty special occasion all round (for little ol’ me, anyway).
I think I’ve grown somewhat as a writer since then, as we all do, but Eva Cole’s story will always hold a special place in my heart for being the first I shared with the world. I won’t get soppy but I just wanted to quickly thank everyone who has supported me here on my blog but also in buying, reading, reviewing and sharing my books. It’s my living and my passion so it means everything. You guys are the best.
With that said, The Vessel is on sale for Kindle from today until Tuesday, so if you are yet to pick up a copy and would like to, now’s a good opportunity to get it for just 99p / 99 cents. Also, the paperback is available as ever for those of us who like to read the old fashioned way. You can find The Vessel in the UK by clicking here or in the US by clicking here.
Don’t know what it’s about? Here’s the synopsis and a little taster. Happy reading!
Savaged by disease and riots, the world has descended into a state of chaos. Amidst the desperate remains of humanity, the American government has resorted to extreme measures to try and repopulate their now depleted country, but one unwilling subject of their ruthless actions will not suffer in silence. Escaping from a facility at the heart of their experiments, Eva Cole’s nightmare is far from over. Hunted at every turn, she must fight to survive so that she can expose the truth.
Her bottom lip was burst and swollen on one side and a cut on her left eyebrow looked to her as though it would benefit from a few stitches. Hospitals were not exactly commonplace these days however and she knew full well that she would have to make do without and accept the future presence of the inevitable scar the wound would leave behind. Letting out a deep sigh, she left the bathroom and headed back towards the kitchen.
She entered to find Delilah and Thomas sitting next to each other at the table. Eva’s dishes had been cleared away and both of her hosts turned to watch her as she made her way into the room.
“Come and sit,” said Thomas, his voice as lacking in feeling as it was earlier. His words felt less like an offer and more a command, so Eva did as he said.
Once sitting, she looked across the table, first at Delilah, then at Thomas.
“So,” he said, “I think it’s about time you told us who you are.”