Thursday, December 6, 2012

Finding Mercy out December 22nd

Good morning. I’ve been dying to tell you about my upcoming release, out December 22nd.

When asked by my publisher to develop a mini-series for their new Prepper line, I found my inspiration close to home.  My home town of Alliance, Nebraska became my model for the town of Evans Point, Wyoming. Why Alliance?

In the 1940’s, the Army built an Airfield about three miles outside of the little blink and miss it town of Alliance. Overnight, with the combination of workers from Kansas City and the Black Hills, the population exploded to over ten thousand people. The airfield was used to train fighter pilots, and with the United States at war, they were conscious of possible air raids. So the Army Corp of Engineers built a bomb shelter underneath the town.

It remains there to this day, and only the locals who’ve been around for a while are aware of it.

This shelter led me to several what if. What if several tornados level a small community, one like Alliance with an old shelter, mostly forgotten until disaster strikes. What if those that stay and rebuild, decide to refurbish the old shelter, so that they will be better prepared for future disasters.

Evans Point was born and from that community of preppers, Finding Mercy found its plot.

A note from Heather Bennett at Decadent Publishing about the new Prepper line:

"I saw the trends concerning prepping and new homesteading on television, Facebook, and in stores like CostCo and on Amazon. After decades of suburbanization, and major disasters highlighting our intense vulnerability, people have again found the desire to learn 'the old way'. Self reliance, prepping, homesteading is really just taking the old and making it popular again. It's what our grandparents did, and every generation before them.
Decadent Publishing decided to give this group a voice in the romance genre. We want to entertain our readers and show that preppers are your neighbors, your pastor, the guy who works on your car. The response so far has been overwhelmingly positive. People are emailing and posting, saying,"I'm a prepper! I can't wait to read this!", "We're hardcore preppers. I'm writing a story for this!" It's fantastic and we hope people enjoy not only the prepper bits, but the overall story, as well. The ones that have come in are really very good."
You’ll die in three minutes without oxygen, three hours without shelter, three days without water and three weeks without food. But could you survive a lifetime with a broken heart?

Mercy Evans has come to Evans Point hoping to collect herself and find a way to resurrect her career as an anchorwoman for Cheyenne’s news station. Sergeant Justin Redway has come to Evans Point to try to forget his past and survive what he’s done.
When two worlds collide, one of a battle damaged veteran, the other of a desperate woman who will go to any extreme to get his story, sparks fly and old wounds open. When the chasm between the fated lovers widens, it just might be too big to cross.

One town, two lovers and a second chance at finding mercy.

Evans Point, Wyoming

June 28th, 2010

It looked like the end of the world. Will Evans tightened his grip on Bear’s and Sadie’s leashes and tuned in for any cries for help. The fresh smell of rain mixed with the industrial stink of spilled fuel and the ozone from a nearby lightning strike pounded reality home.

Even though they’d merely begun, his bones ached. Fifteen years before, he would’ve torn through the wreckage and pulled out survivors without hesitation. Now, he could only look over the destruction and fight the tears that tugged on his eyes. The scene brought back another time he couldn’t stomach, when he’d seen the Grim Reaper rip a hole between life and death, as he’d done this day.

The storms had hit with ferocity, in the middle of the night, without warning. The roaring of the beast had woken some, but not all. Those alerted had rushed for cover in their basements and cellars and now searched for those who were not as lucky. This was all that remained of the downtown after six tornadoes had torn through Evans Point. In all his eighty-four years, Will had seen only one other battlefield like it.

He swallowed and searched his soul for courage. There would be bodies among the rubble, but hopefully, there would also be living. He had to believe to continue, even though he found his faith tested.

So much carnage. Scanning the brightening horizon, he took in the destruction. Brick buildings were blown apart. Vehicles lay on their rooftops, dripping gasoline and other fluids. Even a pickup had been skewered on a flagpole like one of the carousel horses he’d ridden as a child at the fairground. A toy truck lay at his feet, its red paint bright and clean like it was fresh from the box.

His gaze shifted to the left. Someone’s farm equipment sat on top of a local bridal shop. The five-hundred-thousand-dollar harvester would have to come down in pieces, which meant it would remain there for a while. No one would be able to get a crane into the area for months. It all seemed so overwhelming, and he didn’t have a clue where to start.

But his dogs did.

“All right, we got work to do.” Will squeezed the hooks with his gnarled fingers, unclipping Bear and Sadie, letting them do what they did best. Since he’d retired, he’d taken up breeding, raising, and training the Caucasian Shepherds. The dogs originally belonged to a friend who had worked search and rescue in Alaska, but when he’d retired and moved to Florida, he hadn’t wanted to drag the double-coated dogs to Miami, where they’d suffer from the heat.

Not that Wyoming didn’t have hot summers; it did, but they were shorter. When Will had taken the pair on, he’d discovered they made great cattle dogs, and why not? The Caucasian Mountain Shepherds were herding dogs, highly intelligent, possessing giant personalities to go with their enormous size. And the bonus? Mountain lions and wolves thought twice about going after his stock.

Bear barked and dug at a pile of debris that led to a basement entrance of an old bomb shelter under the downtown area. Will picked his way around the rubble, careful where he stepped.

The glass blocks embedded in the sidewalk, part of the old reinforced structure the Army had left behind in the forties, were still intact, and the structure below hadn’t collapsed. An idea woke in his head. Why hadn’t they used it before?

“Hey, over here,” he called out to a couple of firefighters as he tossed a two-by-four to the side. He wouldn’t be much help lifting the wreckage away, but he’d do what he could, and what he could do was get everyone together and make sure this didn’t happen again. Those who lost their lives here would be the last to die because they hadn’t been prepared.

So, the day after doomsday, I hope you’ll check out my newest release. I’ll have the buy links up on my website To check out the call for submissions, please stop by, Decadent Publishing Prepper Line.

Thanks for stopping by,

D L Jackson


Arlene said...

I can't wait for Finding Mercy to get a cover, and for the final version to be out there. Congrats, Dawn, on bringing your amazing imagination to us one remarkable story after another. This series is gonna rock thanks to you.

Barbara Elsborg said...

You created a fantastic world based on reality which is just amazing!! I'm so looking forward to this series coming out.

Jessica Subject said...

I absolutely love all of your world building and can't wait to read Finding Mercy and the other prepper stories. :)

D L Jackson said...

Thanks for stopping by, ladies.