About Eye of the Warrior: The Awakening
by Nikkolas Cruz
146 pages / 53800 words
ISBN: 978-1-934166-05-5, 1-934166-05-7
Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc
Marty Cortez is living a normal life when he discovers he's actually living a lie. There's a whole lot of bad about to descend on the Earth, and he's right at the center of the storm.
Surrounded by old lovers, friends, and enemies, Marty's got to work fast to regain his memories and deal with Nik Drakan, the alien hiding out in Marty's head. It'd be a whole lot easier if people didn't keep trying to kill him - or seduce him.
Marty doesn't know who he can trust and Nik won't stop talking... but listening to him is going to cost Marty everything he's got.
Review
Mychael Black, co-author of The Prince’s Angel, writes: As far as Marty Cortez is concerned, life is relatively good and somewhat predictable. He couldn’t be farther from the truth. An encounter in a bar bathroom is the first step in his terrifying journey into a world he never knew existed. When things escalate and he’s nearly run down by a stranger in a car and left half-naked in the street, he realizes he’s way in over his head -- but with what? And the voice in his mind and the flashes of random memories don’t help either. When desperation sets in, he bites the bullet and visits his therapist -- which only sets further wheels in motion.
From a hot encounter with a sexy stranger in an elevator, to facing a car head-on… and winning, Marty Cortez’s life has literally been turned upside down in the blink of a violet eye.
Science fiction meets horror in Eye of a Warrior: The Awakening. Nikkolas Cruz takes you on spiraling, exciting, and terrifying journey through the events and people that all lead to one man: Marty Cortez. Fast-paced and very well written, there are parts that make you hot and bothered, squirming in your chair -- to parts that almost leave you shaking due to the disturbing but mesmerizing images.
Readers who like their science fiction sprinkled with a little horror will love Eye of a Warrior: The Awakening.
Sample
Antonio was ready to play. When he looked up into the blue-gray eyes, a chill spread from his chest to the rest of his body. The warm and inviting gaze was now a cold, hard stare.
The warm, horny feeling left him. He put on a big smile and figured it was a good time for a getaway. "I'd better get back to my friends," he said and shifted to move away.
The man's massive hands stopped their gentle massage and pinned him to the wall.
Fear shot through Antonio, but a wave of anger pushed the fear aside. He didn't care if the motherfucker was as big as a house; after ending his last relationship, he'd promised himself that he would never let anyone bully him again.
"Fuck off," he said, and pushed the man away.
His heart raced as the stranger stumbled backward. Antonio headed toward the door, but before his hand reached the doorknob, the man grabbed a fistful of his hair and shoved him back against the wall.
Antonio raised a fist to strike back, but the man slammed his right palm into the center of Antonio's chest.
Something icy and wet grabbed hold of his wrist and forced it down to his side. Then the same invisible force wrapped around his entire body.
Antonio wanted to run screaming, but his feet would not listen to the commands of his brain.
The man leaned in closer. His lips brushed against the curves of Antonio's left ear. They were cold and wet but his breath was hot and smelled of rotten eggs.
Antonio's heart slammed against his ribcage.
"I thought you liked it rough," the man whispered in a shrill tone.
His foul breath caressed Antonio's cheek.
Antonio closed his eyes and fought off the nausea. He prayed to be somewhere else, anywhere else. Maybe he was imagining the whole thing.
Too many shots... I'll open my eyes and I'll probably find myself with my head in the toilet.
He took several deep breaths, deciding that what he told himself would be true as soon as he opened his eyes.
He counted backward from ten in his mind. When he reached four, his racing heart slowed. He felt the vibrations of the music once again. He was sure that it was okay to open his eyes now. Deciding that it would be water for the rest of the night, he took another deep breath and opened them.
Antonio choked on the rancid air, as he found himself standing before the pale gray face of a monster.
His terrified eyes traced the line of tiny metal spikes protruding across the center of the monster's forehead and around his jawline. He looked into the creature's eyes. A veil of frost covered them. The gray irises and black pupils were no longer noticeable.
This isn't real.