An (Off The Rails) Ice Era Chronicle 2:15 AM
Dystopian / Sci-Fi / Post-Apocalyptic Romance
Date Published: 4/10/2018
Publisher: Troll River Publications
In the harsh reality of the post-apocalyptic frozen tundra, Raiden fights his growing attraction for Ashley Winsor and her handsome shadow, Stone.
Moving closer to separation the threesome navigate a world filled with angry harvesters, subterranean trains, and hungry polar bears. Through this steamy dystopian trek, Raiden discovers that these two people may be the only thing he loves on this ice bound Earth.
Once they arrive at headquarters a decision will be made… Is Raiden the man who will destroy their fragile relationship, or is he the harvester Ash and Stone need to love?
Ashley Winsor was the meanest devil-may-care harvester on any train that ran underground. She’d spent years perfecting her rough-and-tumble male persona. On the surface of the planet, she survived the ice and snow like she was born for the harsh weather. Deep in the Northern Earth Dens, no one crossed her. Ash was king. No one told her what to do, and no one she met knew she was a woman.
Until today.
Just as Ash had thought she would force Weaver to back down, the no-good harvester did something she never thought was possible. He used some type of weird magic on her. He changed her world forever.
Ash had followed Weaver and the young woman traveling with him out of the cave bar and onto the train platform. They were led by Raiden “Mutt” Muttson who ran from the riot when the betting had gone to hell.
Mutt, she knew from traveling the trains and the trekking on the surface of the planet. He was one of the many men who gathered items from the ice to sell. They ran in the same circles, and loved to sling an insult or two. The woman, however, was a stranger. Ash was sure she would remember someone with eyes the color of blood.
Ash jumped the train and held on to the cold metal door handle. She took a second to glance behind her to make sure her best friend, Stone, shadowed her. Her other traveling companion, Morgan-Roth, was nowhere to be found, but she didn’t have time to hunt for him right now.
Stone was taller than most men, and his long strides easily kept up with her pace. Her friend didn’t ask why they chased Mutt, Weaver, and the woman with him. Stone simply followed her. That was her favorite thing about him. He shadowed her, and he cared about her. Sure, they never said things such as they “liked” each other. And sure, they never touched, other than when they punched each other in the arm, but she knew he was fond of her. Stone might be a little dumb and a marshmallow at times, but so far in the last two years, he’d stuck around. Right now, she was happy he had stayed. She needed him to face Weaver and his chums. There was no way she would let them get away with starting a fight in the bar and making her look bad.
Ash pulled the door open and tossed herself and her pack into the train. She snaked through the cars after Weaver, thinking about how he ruined the betting at the bar.
Laying Odds was the only harvester bar worth a damn. Since she had started pretending to be a man, no one had dared screw her over like he just did. She was King Winsor. Weaver would soon learn what happened to people who messed with her. Ash may not like the kind of hard, crude life she had to live, but whether she liked it or not, that didn’t matter. What mattered was she didn’t lose her position. Her life might be tough, but she survived, and no one hurt her. She wouldn’t let anyone hurt her again.
The door to the lounging train car opened. Stone lagged, but she trusted that he would catch up. She spotted Morgan-Roth with Weaver, the vampire girl, and Mutt. It appeared Morgan-Roth had switched sides. Ash shook her head as she tailed the group. She couldn’t blame Morgan-Roth too much. He was a priest. If anything, his only allegiance was to God. Fair enough. Her only allegiance was to money… and Stone.
Ash opened the next door. Ahead of her, Weaver and the crew halted in the hall. The tall Indian stood next to the little woman with the red eyes. The lady tried to get a door open to some private quarters. So, they thought they could get her tossed out of the bar, make her lose money, and they would get to kick back and nap on the train? Fuck those thatched-cock-sniffers.
Ash reached the woman’s side first. She snapped her hand out and gripped the red-eyed woman’s arm. That stopped her from opening the door.
“I got an angry mob back there. I’ll be strung up for the stunt you fucking pulled. I’m never going to be allowed into Laying Odds again.” Ash would have to make an example of them. Maybe even shoot them. If she didn’t, she would appear weak. I am King Winsor, she repeated to herself.
About the Author
C.M. Moore is a retired soldier, and a romantic at heart. After being blown up in Afghanistan and receiving a purple heart, he began writing with his wife. Connor’s first book 1:05 am is a mixture of love, sex, and action. Today if you are looking for Connor, you can find him volunteering with veteran organizations, and harassing his military buddies. You can also find him attempting to “hunt” in the woods and ponds of Minnesota. In the event you find him in the woods, don’t be scared, he can’t hit anything. If you want to contact him message him at c.m.moore.author@gmail.com
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