“Nightmares” Kindle Pre-Order Is Up

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Nightmares is now available for pre-order on Kindle.

http://www.amazon.com/Nightmares-Peter-Nealen-ebook/dp/B00R16CJJ6/ref=sr_1_7?ie=UTF8&qid=1418636950&sr=8-7&keywords=peter+nealen

One Brush With The Darkness…

That’s all it took. Now, years before a Fallen Angel is nearly unleashed upon the town of Silverton, Jed Horn is merely a troubled former Marine who is haunted by nightmares of the terrible being that slaughtered his comrades that night in the Iraqi desert. Desperate for answers and proof that he’s not crazy, Jed has gone down some dangerous roads, and attracted the attention of forces just as malicious as the one that started him on the path.
But when he’s found by a priest and a Witch Hunter of the Order of the Silver Cross, Jed has a chance to find the answers he’s looking for, as well as fight back against the darkness that he’d never been sure even existed. As he embarks on this timeless war, he first has to confront the forces that have focused on him during his search…

The other ebook formats will be available, as well as paperback.

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First Draft Done

The first draft of Nightmares is done.  It’s slightly longer than A Silver Cross and a Winchester.  It’s out to the Alpha Readers, and I’ll start in on editing in the next day or so.  Giving the brain a bit of a break.  Hopefully, I should be able to have it up for Kindle pre-order in the next couple of days.

Next up, Hard Target (working title; if something else comes up as better, it’ll change, just like Hunting in the Shadows did).  Huge amount of research going into this one; it’s an AO I’m not personally familiar with, and touching on some big-time, heavy duty global concepts.  Lotta work.  Can’t wait to get started.

Meanwhile,  a little snippet from Nightmares:

I don’t know how I hadn’t seen this bad boy before; he was almost a head taller than the rest, broad-shouldered and thick-limbed, with a massive pair of curling ram’s horns rising from his skull. He stamped the ground and roared a challenge. The bleating tone to the roar kind of took away from the effect a little.

He threw his arms wide and stamped again, dropping his head to charge. I shot him center chest.

Dan’s shot was a split second behind mine. About seven hundred grains of metal smacked into the thing about where its breastbone should be. I don’t care what kind of big, bad, Otherworldly beastie you might be; that’s gonna leave a mark.

It was getting too dark to see the size of the hole with any clarity, but the big sucker stopped in his tracks. He swayed, looking down at his chest, then looked up at us. His heart—if goatheads had such a thing—had to have been completely destroyed. It was just taking a little bit of time for the knowledge of his death to make its way through his thick skull.

He lifted a gnarled hand to his ravaged chest and looked down at it. The swaying was getting more pronounced, but I’d already levered another round into the chamber and was drawing a bead. He was taking too long to go down.

Then he crashed on his face in the dirt.