As some of you know, the next 2 books in the series are scheduled for release in February and March of 2016.
Book 3 released January 4, 2016.
Book 4, Movement to Contact, is scheduled for release February 1, 2016.
Book 5, Defilade, is scheduled for release March 7, 2016.
Book 4 and 5 should be available soon for pre-order.
Book 6, Secondary Objectives, is still a work in progress at the time of this post and has no set release date. As more information becomes available, it will be updated. This book will not be released until it is a quality addition to the series. I will not rush it to publication.
Here’s a little teaser from Book 4, Movement to Contact:
Mecceloni turned the corner and slowed to a stop. The street ahead was full of infected. He quickly looked around for an alternative route, mentally cursing himself for not having a street map of the area. He dropped the transmission into low gear and revved the engine.
“What are you doing?” Durst asked from the back seat before he looked out the front window.
“You’re fucking insane!”
“No. Not insane. Mentally unrestricted,” Mecceloni said, shifting into neutral, dropping the transmission into 4 wheel drive then shifted into drive, planting his foot to the floor.
Durst was pushed back as the Tahoe leapt forward with a surge of acceleration. The heavy duty suspension and grill guard plowed into the front of the infected horde, tossing aside and knocking over the first ranks before moving into the densely packed mass.
The Tahoe bounced like it was on an undead, gore splattered Baja off-road course as it ran over the infected that it knocked down. Mecceloni kept his foot down and steered for the smallest concentrations, plowing through and spraying blood, body parts and rotted flesh all over the truck, street and buildings. Paint the town red was a thought that came to his mind. He heard weapons fire over the scream of the engine and thud of bodies impacting. The Tahoe broke free of the swarm, dragging dismembered portions of the infected from its undercarriage and grill.
He turned on the wipers to clear the blood and gore from the windows but all that did was smear it in forcing him to slow down. Through the smeared windshield, he caught a glimpse of a tan vehicle.
Someone was leaning out the passenger side window firing a shotgun into the infected before ducking back inside. The military surplus SUV skidded over a couple of infected, jostling the occupants before executing a wild, tire smoking bootlegger turn and leading the Tahoe out of the city.
Here’s a little teaser from Book 5, Defilade:
“Captain, you do realize we crashed?” the Air Force senior officer asked sarcastically. “We are in no condition to complete anything.” he said. O’Toole turned to face the officer.
“Hey, air scout, I’m grateful you got us down more or less in one piece. We’re on the ground and you’re in my house now,” he said. “Once we landed, this became my operation and you now fall under my command,” O’Toole said.
“We’re not combat soldiers,” the pilot said.
“You have my sympathies,” O’Toole said. “Until we get these sleds loaded with mission critical gear, you’ve been drafted into the Army. You will follow orders and help us load equipment then you can fuck off to that Inuit village with the wounded.”