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No Life, Only Death by Francheska Fifield - Book Tour + Giveaway

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No Life, Only Death
by Francheska Fifield

YA SciFi

Can a killer save a species doomed to extinction?
Helen is a killer. After her past was destroyed by an alien invasion her
job, her life, has been about survival. It is not always easy. Her
only, sometimes, partner in this is Phillip a killer who fights for
revenge. Neither have pure motives for fighting the aliens that
killed so many and continue to battle humanity for space domination
but they are ok with that. There is only one problem.
The next step in the Helen's plan, according to her boss, is to go to the
academy. The training grounds for the next generation of military
fighting the invaders. At the academy is a link to Helen's past she
may or may not be ready to face….her ex-fiancĂ© Nick who thinks she is dead.
She can fly any jet, fire any weapon, and is a master in all hand to hand
combat. She can even pretend to fight the good fight alongside the
pure hearted military boys thinking they will save the world but when
push comes to shove she's a killer. She survived Nick's abandonment
of her, the aliens killing her entire village, witnessing and
experiencing things no human should go through, and now she will have
to survive a plot against the entire population of Earth, even if it
means destroying what remains of her past.
She has no life anymore; the only thing that matters is death…hopefully theirs.

The soldiers moved in front and pursued me. I didn’t expect them to be so fast and ended up shooting while running to keep them far enough away for me to escape. I blew the second charge, which caught the four nurses and one soldier.
What's going on there?”
Can't talk now, just a bit busy.”
I kept shooting and running. I blew the fridge as soon as I had the door closed behind me. The blast must have been intensified by something in the fridge because I was blown down the hall. I got up and ran back. I had been blown past my turn. Unfortunately, a soldier picked that moment to come out of the rubble on this side and run at me.
I threw my empty m-16 on the ground. I drew my sword in the time it takes to blink. It came at me and I fought it off as best I could. Unfortunately, it wasn't injured by the blast. Their armor was hell to get around. That’s why my sword often worked better. More control than a flying bullet.
I, however, was bleeding, which I discovered when blood flooded into one of my eyes. I was disarmed and I did the only thing I could. I dove to the floor and drew my knife. I ended up under him and stabbed up. It grunted as I drew the knife out and thrust again where one of our major arteries was located in the thigh.
It fell over with a thump and I sighed gratefully.
So that knife in the penis thing works for you guys too. Good to know.”
What the hell are you talking about, Helen?”
I’ll tell you later.”

Best Story Award 2017 Nominee for NY Literary Magazine

I enjoy writing everything. I like to read a variety and I write
because it makes me happy and allows me to use the voices in my head
for a good cause. To entertain other people. :)

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