*Novella companion to Sanctuary*

Aliens have attacked and Rory’s mother is missing, but none of that matters much to him. He’s safe in his apartment complex, has his friends and his twin sister, Hailey. But as supplies start to dwindle, it becomes obvious that he needs to do something to make sure they all survive…even if it means he has to brave going outside through the Shisa and the zombies people have become. As long as they are safe, that’s all that matters, right?

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Left Behind for the Hunger Games generation

In a heart-racing thriller described as Falling Skies meet The Walking Dead, Jennie struggles to find a safe place for what’s left of her family. But it seems as though there is no place sacred, no place secure. First the aliens attacked the sun, making it dimmer, weaker, and half what it used to be. Then they attacked the water supply, killing one-third of Earth’s population with a bitter contaminate. And when they unleash a new terror on humankind, the victims will wish for death, but will not find it…

When the world shatters to pieces around her, will Jennie find the strength she needs to keep going?

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Desperate to find her place in the world, Sara Beth dreams of applying for the Miss Wrangler Montana competition that tours with the rodeo circuit.

Riding horses has become her anchor until a near fatal accident takes more from her than she’d ever willingly sacrifice.

Determined to prove his business training, Johnny seeks out the Rourke family to call in an old favor. When he embroils himself in Sara Beth’s life, he has to prove they’re nothing more than friends.
Seeking independence, both Sara Beth and Johnny lean on each other more and more, until love threatens their friendship. Will they seek out each other or be confused by their dreams?
Can either of them leave their past and embrace their future?

Riding for Redemption Excerpt

Knock, knock, knock.

Sara Beth jerked her head up, fingers clenching her thin hospital gown.

Rosie walked in, carrying a duffel bag and Sara Beth’s box. She set them on the counter beside the in-room sink and cabinet. Facing Sara Beth, she plastered on a pleasant expression – for lack of a better term – and moved close enough to lean in for a brief hug. She squeezed lightly, before pulling back. “You look good.”

Uncomfortable with the entire situation, Sara Beth pulled her lips tight in what she hoped settled for a welcoming grimace. “Thanks, you do, too. You brought my box?”

“I brought you some books to read also and I know you like looking over those pictures and things, so I brought them along.” Rosie claimed the seat she’d been in before and crossed her legs, uncrossed them, then crossed them again.

Watching her, Sara Beth envied the ability to display discomfort so easily. She finally broke the silence. The erratic behavior wasn’t like her sister and her restlessness bred anxiety in Sara Beth’s stomach. “What’s going on, Rosie?”

Blonde hair loose around her shoulders, Rosie pushed a swath of it behind her. “The garden’s in. Michael set up the fence perfectly. I don’t see any deer getting in there easily, although, if a persistent moose tries, there goes the crop.” She clasped her fingers in her lap and chewed on her lip.

Sensing she wasn’t getting the entire story, Sara Beth tucked her chin to her chest, eyeing Rosie. “What aren’t you telling me?”

“Um, well. There’s a couple things we need to talk about.” Rosie studied the railing of Sara Beth’s bed before lifting her gaze to her sister’s face.

“Okay, shoot.” Hopefully, Rosie didn’t want to talk about Sara Beth’s urine bag. A catheter had been installed shortly after she’d arrived and Sara Beth covered the bag every time someone came in. But she’d forgotten just before Rosie had come because she hadn’t been on time.

Nodding shortly, Rosie continued. “You’re right. Best just to spit it out.” She straightened her shoulders and smoothed her expression. “Okay. I talked to the doctor this morning on the phone before coming in. He said you most likely won’t walk again. It’s not guaranteed, but it’s something that you should be prepared for.”

The lights seemed to flicker as Sara Beth blinked rapidly. “I’m sorry, what? That’s not what he said to me. I just saw him this morning. What?” How could it be true? She most likely wouldn’t walk again? And Rosie delivered the news so controlled, so blasé. “He’d been so optimistic that physical therapy and other treatment would be productive. I don’t understand.” Confused, she rubbed at her temple.

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Bonnie R. Paulson mixes her science and medical background with reality and possibilities to make even myths seem likely and give every romance the genetic strength to survive. Bonnie has discovered a dark and twisty turn in her writing that she hopes you enjoy as much as she has enjoyed uncovering it. Dirt biking with her family in the Northwest keeps her sane.