“It’s beautiful, yes, but despite the night’s breathtaking aura of red, something inside me says this isn’t good. That I should be afraid. That I should…run.”
From that horrifying first night, now seven years later, Ruko survives best he can in the ruins of a dying nation. The United States has become a giant prison—no one’s allowed to leave—quarantined after the sudden invasion of mysterious, deadly creatures. They come out when the night sky turns red…kill everything in their path…nothing can stop them. Hide and wait is the only survival plan.
Along with society, Ruko is losing hope. But after meeting Hayvin, a powerfully-driven, kind-hearted woman, he begins to find strength to fight back.
Together, Ruko and Hayvin bravely follow a dicey clue to the heart of unfathomable evil—delving them deeper into the gruesome details of the Lasher nightmare than they ever could’ve imagined.
I remember being 10 years old sitting inside a tiny bedroom closet with the door shut, pen and paper in hand, anxiously writing my first fiction story to the dim glow of a plug-in nightlight. A couple completed pages seemed like a full-length book. Small office, small story, small boy—everything small except the dream inside me.
Since then, life has led me down many adventurous roads…from obtaining a BS in sociology at Brigham Young University, joining a global corporate marketing team, to being laid-off and reevaluating my entire career path. All the while, my childhood dream inside the closet was always knocking to get out. And finally, I’ve opened the door with my debut novel RED LASHERS.
This story was inspired by many life experiences: the emotional heartbeat comes from the grief of losing a loved one to death and the fatigue of witnessing so much cruelty in the world; the suspense from influencers such as the Hardy Boys and Goosbumps (my childhood reading); the originality from a dream I had. A literal one. Yeah, I’m a dreamer. Sometimes I wake up thinking “hmm, I should write that down.”
Other dreams I enjoy: family; friends; chips and salsa; a good movie; a great view; warm sunshine on the skin; and cold ice in my cherry coke. Living the dream. I hope you live yours.