Survival (Ebook--Kindle and epub)

SURVIVAL – BOOK ONE in the Fallout Series from USA Today, ECPA, and CBA Best-selling Author Lisa Harris.

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He came back to Shadow Ridge to escape his past. 
Now the survival of the town depends on him facing his greatest fear.

When one of the men in charge of storing food for the town of Shadow Ridge is found murdered execution style, it’s up to Jace McQuaid to find the killer. What he discovers is a group of organized raiders who are stealing supplies and selling them on the black market—and the survival of the town depends on stopping them.

And now, with no electricity, no internet, and no modern technology, the men and women responsible for keeping the town safe are going to have to learn how to fight crime all over again.

 

“Hits the dystopian bullseye.”

“A stunner.”

“Author Lisa Harris hits it out of the park with these well imagined ‘what if’ stories!”

“The unthinkable meets the unimaginable.”

“After one book, I’m a serious series fan!”

A page-turning, devour-in-one-gulp kind of read.”

“This will be a series I will read again.” 

“I am totally besotted with this Futuristic series!!”

“I’ve loved every book in this series.”

 

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Garrett McQuaid looked up into the barrel of the gun and knew at that moment he was going to die. But if this was his day to die, he wasn’t going down without a fight.

“You pull that trigger, and you’ll have the entire Shadow Ridge’s police department shooting holes in your backside in the next thirty seconds.” Garrett lay still and held the man’s gaze while ensuring no hint of a bluff shadowed his eyes.

Elijah Duke frowned. “You’re the only lawman around here, McQuaid, and you know it.”

Garrett’s mouth tightened. Law enforcement from the entire state had been after the Duke brothers for six days now while the two men racked up a growing list of charges. They’d tracked them all the way from a south Dallas suburb, west through Abilene, and across the dusty West Texas landscape. But while his town might not be anything more than a dot on the map on a long stretch of lonely desert, pine-covered trails, and distant snowy mountains, he’d been the one who’d picked up the men’s trail.   

Which meant this was going to end right here. Right now.

“If you’re going to shoot me,” Garrett said, “you’d better do it quickly, because you see that ridge to your right? Two deputies are coming up on that trail, just on the other side. One of them is a sharpshooter who passed with a 95 percent on his FBI pistol qualification drills. In other words, when he crests that ridge, whether I’m alive or not, you’ll end up lying on the ground with a bullet in your head.”

He waited for the remarks to sink in.

Elijah’s gaze shifted. “I still say you’re lying.”

“Then how about this? I’m not ready to die. Not today, anyway.”

Garrett grabbed Elijah’s Glock, pushed it away from his face, and punched the man square in the jaw. The outlaw had no time to react. A fraction of a second later, Garrett grabbed the weapon with both hands, flipped Elijah onto his back, then rolled him onto his stomach.

“Still think I’m bluffing?” Garrett’s boot dug into the man’s backside. “Where’s your brother?”

The crack of a rifle sounded in the afternoon breeze, muffling the man’s answer. Garrett fell backward onto the ground. Dust blew across his face as he stared up at the sky. He couldn’t move. Could barely breathe as a tightness spread across his chest. The clouds above him spun. Nausea ran through him and he could feel something wet spreading across his chest. He was losing blood. Fast. Even if someone was to find him, he was too far out to get to the clinic in town. He was going to bleed to death in this desert.

A flood of regret swept through him, followed by flashes of memory. Was this what happened when you were about to die? Segments of your life snapping into place one by one. If he did die, he knew of only one regret he’d take with him to the grave. And that was leaving behind his family. He’d married Katherine when he was only nineteen. Forty years and five children later, he’d never looked back. Never wanted anything but a quiet life in this part of the state where the reds, pinks, and blues of the sunset stretched across the desert as far as one could see, and where no one thought twice about another dust storm roaring across the skies.

But now. . .now he’d never hold his grand babies or take that cruise he’d always promised Kat.

“Dad. . .”

Garrett heard his name and tried to speak but nothing came out. He was awake. Or at least he thought he was. He could still see the clouds hovering overhead, and if he looked hard enough, he could see Crowley’s Point to the left. But he’d lied about the deputy sniper hiding behind the rocks. That had been a bluff.

“Dad. . .Dad, you’re going to be okay. Just hang in there.”

Features blurred above him.

Jace?

What was Jace doing here?

He fought to take a breath, but something was wrong.

“Dad, if you can hear me, I want you to blink.”

He heard the words and fought to process them. Blink. He could do that.

“Dad.” Jace pressed in closer. “Can you hear me?”

Garrett tried to answer. Time seemed to slip by in slow motion. Why couldn’t he talk? Why couldn’t Jace hear him? He’d blinked. Hadn’t he?

Fluorescent lights glared down at him. Voices shouted.

Gunshot to the chest. Need to get him stabilized.

Get me a unit of plasma.

More white lights flickered above him, then everything went dark. He couldn’t see anything, but they were shouting around him again.

“What’s going on?”

“I don’t know—”

“Get the power back on, now. We’re losing him.”