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A madman with an army. An impossible choice to join or die. Can she escape the horror that lies ahead?Dani is smart but working as a barista and still living with her parents.Then a mysterious pandemic killed 99% of the world's population. She learned to survive through brains and grit in the desolate aftermath.Captured by a madman and his army. The psychopathic leader gives her two choices: join or die.Dani does the smart thing to survive. Now she is running for her life. If caught, she will suffer slow, agonizing torture and public execution.She is on a journey of chaos, hope, and horror.If she survives long enough to fight, she'll go up against the most dangerous enemy left in this bleak world.Troop of shadows is book one in the Troop of Shadows Series. A post-apocalyptic thriller series that follows groups of survivors and their struggle to stay alive in the dark world the pandemic left behind.

If you want to be a writer, you must first fall in love with reading. My love affair began when my mother and grandmother captivated and enthralled a preschool girl with Dr. Suess books and fairy tales. When I learned to read on my own, my first “big” book was Charlotte’s Web and then Stuart Little. The hook was set; I was a bibliophile for life. I read everything I could get my hands on, age-appropriate or not. In our home, nestled in a bookcase that had been painted and repainted, as was most of our repurposed furniture, a collection of Reader’s Digest Condensed Books took up space next to an old set of Encyclopaedia Britannica. I consumed abridged versions of The Good Earth, Grimm’s Fairy Tales, Tom Sawyer, Huckleberry Finn, and many others. It was around this time when my aunt (a school teacher) gave me The Chronicles of Narnia; they will always remain among my lifetime favorites. Then came Nancy Drew, The Little House on the Prairie series, and any works of horror or science fiction I could find at the library. When I was twelve, I read No Blade of Grass, a post-apocalyptic novel, then shortly after, The Omega Man (I Am Legend) – thus my lifetime love of the post-apocalyptic genre was cemented. (I remember calling in sick to work so I could finish The Stand.) Everything I’ve learned about writing has grown from my love of reading. I began my writing career at the tender age of seven, when I wrote a play for my third-grade class. It was not an assignment; I did it because I discovered I loved creative writing as much as I loved reading. I received a children’s typewriter the next year, and countless short stories followed: romance yarns about my sister’s fictional trysts with Donny Osmond (our bedroom was wall-papered with his posters), a work of horror about murdering my brother (who tormented me by sitting on my head and passing gas), and many others I don’t remember. In my teen years, I wrote some really awful poetry, and then some not-so-awful short stories over the next couple of decades. I finally got serious about writing a few years ago. The timing felt right, and I was able to slip into the habit of sitting down at my keyboard every day and cranking out some fairly decent prose.