"I loved it from the first page to the last."J. Spring

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Something is coming, the Red King warns. Something terrible.

So when a strange ship arrives on Earth, Jarek and Rachel can't help but wonder . . .

Did they just save the day, or doom the planet?

Either way, there's going to be hell to pay.

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"I loved it from the first page to the last."J. Spring

5 stars

(FREE with Kindle Unlimited)

Something is coming, the Red King warns. Something terrible.

So when a strange ship arrives on Earth, Jarek and Rachel can't help but wonder...

Did they just save the day, or doom the planet?

Either way, there's going to be hell to pay.

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They were about two-thirds of the way through the market when Rachel felt it: the flare of another telepathic mind, like a roaring bonfire in a field of tiny candles. And it was close.
She froze in mid step, yanking her mental defenses into place.
There were no other telepaths in Unity—not since the two arcanists who’d helped train her for a short time had moved on. So who the hell was that?
With one hand ready on her cloaking pendant, she extended herself more cautiously this time, keeping her defenses tight, and scoped in on that bonfire to find out.
“What is it?” Jarek asked quietly beside her.
She was too busy scanning through the crowd of faces to answer. She allowed her senses to guide her eyes, dialing in on the telepathic presence.
Not him. When had the crowd gotten so thick? Not her. Maybe—
The blazing-bright presence disappeared completely and without warning.
A cloak? That was the only logical explanation, which meant she’d have to spot them the old-fashioned way, with—
There.
He was twenty feet away, standing completely still in the middle of the heavy foot traffic yet not seeming to be in anyone’s way. He looked a few years younger than her, with mussed brown hair and the hint of a beard clinging to his sharp jawline.
More importantly, he was straight at her.
He turned away almost as soon as their eyes met and moved into the crowd, headed in the direction they’d come from.
“That guy?” Jarek asked. “Pretty boy?”
He really didn’t miss much, did he?
She could give him credit another time. Right now, they needed to catch that kid.
“Get your running legs on,” she said. “He’s a telepath, and I don’t know where the hell he came from.”
“So much for that lunch,” Jarek said, moving into the crowd beside her.
The market-goers, apparently sensing some urgency to their movements, gave them an even wider berth than they had on the way in. It should have been all they needed to make up ground on Pretty Boy, but he was working through the throng ahead as quickly as if it had been open field, moving with a dancer’s grace as he weaved and wound through bodies and rogue limbs.
“He’s gonna run,” Jarek said. “As soon as he gets around the corner of that building ahead.”
“How do you know?”
“Please. I know the look of someone who’s about to run just as well as I know the look of someone who wants to be followed.”
Ahead, Pretty Boy broke through the edge of the crowd and headed to the right of Kohlberg Hall.
“And you don’t seem worried about either of these things because?”
“Mostly because I can top sixty in this bad girl and I’m not half bad at fighting my way out of hairy situations.”
“You forgot your god-like powers of modesty,” she mumbled as they broke the edge of the crowd and followed after the stranger. A quick glance back told her they’d lost Lea and Alaric, but there wasn’t time to worry about that now.
The instant Pretty Boy disappeared around the corner of Kohlberg, Jarek surged forward to make up lost ground. Rachel cut right to get their target back in sight and broke into a run herself as Jarek tore across the open lawn.
Jarek, as he so often frustratingly was, had been right. Pretty Boy was running, and fast. So fast he almost didn’t look human.
He glanced back as Jarek rounded the building after him, then he hung an early right, gathered himself, and leapt thirty feet straight up to the rooftop of the Lang building.
“Okay,” she muttered.
That decisively closed the door on whether they were dealing with a normal human.
Jarek, aided by Fela and apparently not one to be shown up in a foot chase, launched himself up after Pretty Boy.
And there she was, she realized, just watching it all happen. She cursed herself and set off around the Lang building at a sprint. At the far corner, she hesitated, wondering whether they’d passed over the building or if they were duking it out on the rooftop.
A loud crack from the woods ahead answered that question.
The sound could have passed for a gunshot, but the subsequent stream of smaller crashes and rustling sounds identified it as a falling tree. Rachel readied herself to channel and scrambled down the small hill and into the trees.
Just past a fallen tree, Jarek was bearing down on Pretty Boy, who backpedaled through the foliage with eerily sure-footed grace, ducking and twisting clear of each grab Jarek made for him.
She loped after them, gathering her will.
“We just wanna talk, you little weasel!” Jarek said. “How the hell are you—Agh!”
Pretty Boy swept a hand through the air, and Jarek’s feet swept out from under him as if a giant invisible broom had taken them.
So it was an arcanist they were dealing with?
“Tricksy little weasel.” Jarek kipped back to his feet and lunged forward with a heavy punch.
Pretty Boy caught the punch with a bare hand.
Rachel had seen Jarek cave men’s chests in with blows like that. She’d watched him wrestle with an uber-strong raknoth and throw grown men around like pillows. With Fela, Jarek was stupid strong. And this kid had just blocked his punch with little more than a grimace.
Jarek’s faceplate was closed, but his shock was clear enough as he looked from Pretty Boy to their joined hands and back again. “Who the fuck are you?”
By way of reply, Pretty Boy drove an open palm into Jarek’s armored chest. This time, Rachel’s senses were extended far enough to feel the enormous pulse of energy Pretty Boy channeled.
Jarek, she could only assume, felt it even better when Pretty Boy let the energy loose in a telekinetic blast that sent Jarek rocketing through the air. He crashed into a tree twenty feet later.
Rachel leveled her staff and focused her will for her own telekinetic attack, banking on the fact that Pretty Boy would be too drained to do much about it.
He damn near wasn’t.
As tired as he must’ve been, Pretty Boy was still attuned enough to sense the blast coming and fast enough to start moving. Just not fast enough to avoid it completely. The wall of force clipped him and threw his sideways dive into an awkward corkscrew. He hit the soft ground with a rush of expunged air, and Rachel wasted no time in preparing another blast.
“Ha!” Jarek cried from over by the tree he’d smashed into. “Ah, shit.”
Rachel glanced Jarek’s way to see what was the matter just in time to catch a man-shaped blur flying through the trees to crash into him. Only Jarek was ready.
He stepped with the rush, caught the arm of his attacker, and slammed the newcomer into the tree hard enough to crack through its trunk and plenty hard enough to kill any human. The glowing red eyes glaring at Jarek as the tree began to fall on them affirmed the attacker wasn’t.
The raknoth pushed Jarek off and sidestepped out from under the toppling tree. Jarek mirrored him on the other side. A dozen smaller cracks rang out as the tree’s branches caught their neighbors and dragged them down as well. The raknoth watched it happen, his back turned to Rachel.
She sprang forward before the fear could convince her not to and swung her staff at the back of the raknoth’s head, throwing a full dose of telekinetic oomph into the strike.
Half a foot from the raknoth’s skull, the staff slammed into thin air.
The raknoth rounded on her.
“Wait!” a strong voice called from behind.
The raknoth froze. And then Jarek slammed into him from behind, and the two crashed to the ground hard enough to leave a trail of torn earth.
Rachel spun around, staff at the ready. Pretty Boy finished pulling himself to his feet and raised his hands in peace. She watched him for a long few seconds, then spared a quick glance to see that Jarek and the raknoth were watching him as well. She traded a look with Jarek, and he scurried to his feet and back to her side. She kept her staff raised, and they backed up together until they could easily see both of them.
“Great,” Pretty Boy said, hands still raised. “Thanks. I think.”
The raknoth rose and went to stand beside Pretty Boy, the red glow bleeding out of his eyes until he looked like just another middle-aged man with salt-and-pepper hair—albeit a quite suave-looking one.
“Right,” Pretty Boy said. “Uh, my name’s Haldin”—he glanced over at the raknoth—“and this is Alton.”
Alton the raknoth gave them a mirthless smile and a creepy little finger wave, and Haldin continued:
“I think maybe we should talk.”

HELL TO PAY is the second book in the Harvesters Series, an alien invasion adventure set on a post-apocalyptic Earth. Think HALO meets DRESDEN FILES, with STAR WARS flavored sprinkles. Fans of Michael Anderle, Lindsay Buroker, and Chris Fox will love this series for its "fast-paced adventure," "compelling characters," and "wonderfully wise-cracking dialogue."

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