Darkness Eternal is still a work in progress as I aim to put together the very best book package I can, including improved writing, editing, formatting, marketing, promo material, and book cover. Speaking of book cover, I recently got the full print cover and promo material back from the professional designer.
TAGS: Post-Apocalyptic, Dystopia, MM, Sci-Fi, Futeristic, Sensual Romance.
Darkness Eternal (A Refuge Inc. Story) is a stand alone title that takes place during a futuristic global catastrophe and follows new protagonists, Connor and Vince, on their fight for survival in an underground complex built to escape toxic air in the atmosphere.
WORD COUNT: The complete word count or length is not final and might be longer than the proposed 25k word mark.
PLOT & CHARACTERS: The story is different than the preceding trilogy that followed Adam and Elliot. Darkness Eternal centers on a younger set of men in their early twenties who was raised in the underground sphere known as the Refuge facility. Like the previous books, it contains a lot of suspense and plenty of twists and turns while reminding you that it is indeed part of the Refuge Inc. series. You will see slight similarities between Darkness Eternal and the other books of the series.
EROTIC AND EXPLICIT CONTENT RATING: Although Darkness Eternal is an M/M read, it’ll contain less explicit sexual situations in favor of mild and sensual male-male encounters. The violence in the story is present only in necessary and believable situations, and descriptions of death is very brief and not overly detailed or gory.
Shocking revelations about the Refuge facility’s underground complex thrusts two friends into a battle for survival.
Partners Connor Nichols and Vince Moore are preparing for active duty as peacekeepers for the residents of the subterranean Refuge facility. Before the catastrophe that wiped out the sunlight and forced survivors to live in an underground compound, the extraordinary details of a similar disaster began to spread as urban legend.
However, nothing prepares them for the harsh truths they expose about the leaders and the mysterious facility.
WARNING: Contains some sensual male-male practices, violence, and brief descriptions of the dead.
(UNEDITED UNOFFICIAL) EXCERPT:
My eyes snapped open to a bright red light similar to the lights that announced our failure during tactical training in the simulation. But accompanying the crimson glow was a piercing ring of an alarm. It took a second for it to register, but thanks to the dozen or so drills we’ve had, it finally clicked that there was an emergency. A fight? Some sort of outbreak? Contamination? A deliberate chill crept down my spine.
Throwing the sheets aside, I tossed my legs over the edge of the bed. Still a bit disoriented from being awakened during a deep sleep. I stood and caught the glow of the hour on a digital poster: zero-three hundred.
Someone shouted and blurred figures rushed by me, left and right. Shadows wisped passed our opened room door, accentuated by the red hue. A voice called out orders, “Move it, cadets. To your gear. Move, move, move!” The orders mingled with the sound of pained whimpers, panicked cries, and flustered breathing.
I scanned the space for the source of the commands. Then a tug of my arm pulled me from the room.
“Vince?” I asked.
“Snap out of it, asshole.” Vince gripped my shoulders and shook. “We got a job to do.”
“What’s going on?” The frightened expressions on many of the resident’s faces kick started my adrenaline, and suddenly my legs were keeping up with Vince as he hastily made his way down the hall, passed people and toward our lockers.
Inside the locker room I met some of the other male cadets. They each pulled on their combat gear, removing sleeping garments to slip on the tough, stretchy combat gear with their last names stamped on the left breast. Some were already suited and were quickly securing their helmets, weapons belt, and … ballistic vests?
“What’s going on?” I cut my eye to Vince. Why weren’t orders being delivered over the P.A. system as planned during the many drills? Where was the infamous, “In the event of an actual emergency instructions will be given for your safety”?
“What the hell are you doing?” he asked, grabbing a vest off the shelf beside the rifle rack where only a few of the weapons remain. He tossed the heavy vest to me. “There’s a contamination leak on Ten. We’re to meet dad on Nine for the rest of our orders.”
Toxins. The dense, murky pollutants that deprived Earth of its oxygen and eroded our bodies from the inside out within hours of inhaling it. Hell itself.
Find the complete Refuge Inc. Series here.