Review: Kinetic by SK Anthony

Title: Kinetic
Author: S.K. Anthony
Series: The Luminaries #1
Publication: September 20th, 2013
Category: New Adult (NA)
Genre: Urban Fantasy (UF)

Synopsis:

Being strong is one thing. Being an unlimited source of power is quite another.

Genetically altered by the Organization, Annie Fox takes down criminals CIA-style with her luminary strength. With nothing to mend but her broken heart, she is relentlessly pursued by her boss Derek Lake. Just when Annie is about to give him a chance, her ex-husband unexpectedly comes out of hiding.

A wanted man, Nick Logan is a cold-hearted murderer who is considered enemy number one, and orders are clear: kill on contact. He is more powerful than ever and threatens the lives of those she holds most dear. His plan? Get his hands on Annie and use her Kinetic energy to destroy them all. When Annie finds herself with an opportunity to end him, she pauses, horrified by the scars covering the face she once loved. A split second that will cost her everything …

** Kinetic is a stand-alone novel. All books in series are part of the same world with the characters intertwined. **

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Author bio

S.K. Anthony is a writer, a reader and a make-stuff-up-er who lives in New York with her husband and toddler twins. She is a wine connoisseur, which just really means she knows she loves it, and a caffeine addict. When she isn’t busy with her family she finds herself being transported into the world of imagination. Well, either that or running away from spiders…she is convinced they are out to get her!

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Review

I could not put this book down!  Great story, wonderful characters that pull you in, and quite a bit of action and intrigue kept me hooked.  Pretty in Pink gives Kinetic  4 stars!

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IndieCredible Blog Tour: The Fabulous Rebecca Rynecki

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Pretty in Pink is even more excited to be spotlighting the amazingly awesome Rebecca Rynecki!  It has been a joy to get to know her over the past few months via facebook, and I hope you find her to be as fabulous as I do. 

Blurb

When 22 year old Alaina stumbles into a world that she only thought existed in her mind, she is understandably a little bit freaked out. Who wouldn't be? Characters that she had written down years ago are walking, and talking, and telling her that she is the only one who can save the princess and the kingdom of Isleen. Um...okay. As she travels down to the southern kingdom with Sir Gabriel, a really hot knight, she falls off horses, has an interaction with an evil witch, gets attacked by a sea creature, and even falls from lust into love. *Due to language, and sexual situations, this book is meant for ages 17+*

Excerpt

 “You know,” she stepped back, “I think I can get on the horse myself.”
Gabriel smirked. “Oh, really?”
“Yes. And besides, I can’t rely on you to help me with the horse for the whole time. I need to learn how to do it on my own.”  Alaina took a deep breath, and put her left foot in the stirrups, pulling herself up. “Oh, fuck!” she yelped, and tumbled down to the grass. “Alaina!” Gabriel ran over, bending down to help her up.  “Are you okay?”
“Fine, fine. I just…it’s harder than it looks.”  She wiped the dust off the front of her dress.
“Will you accept my help now?”
She glanced at him, and pursed her lips. “Just this once. So, you know, I can learn how to get on a horse.”
“Right.” He nodded, and knelt down on his left knee. “Step up on my knee, using your right foot.”  Gabriel held his hand out. “I won’t let you fall.” Alaina took his hand, gingerly stepping onto his thigh. She placed her left foot in the stirrups, and pushed off, swinging her right leg over the saddle.
“Oh, my god.”
“You all right up there?”
“It’s, um, it’s rather high.”
Gabriel pulled the reins over to her. “Hold these tight, and don’t let go.”
“No, of course not. I’m not an idiot.” He chuckled, and walked back to Easton; climbing onto the saddle with ease. He led the horse
over to hers, and placed his hand over hers, grabbing the reins. “Are you ready?”
“Um…” she squirmed uncomfortably.
“Are you okay?”
“It’s just…well, heh, let me just say that now I can believe those stories of girls hymens breaking from being on a horse.”
Gabriel slowly turned to look at her. “What?”
“Oh.”  Alaina blushed. “I just meant…I’m a bit uncomfortable being…stretched out.”  She smiled weakly. “Um.”  She subconsciously touched the outline of her mouth as she looked at his.
He licked his lips, and bit down, trying to stop a laugh from escaping. “Do women in your world always talk about things with such ease?”
“I’m not really talking about it with ease, but, yes. I mean, no. I mean, I don’t know.”  She grimaced, adjusting herself on the saddle.
“Uh huh…” Gabriel shook his head. “Right then, lets go.”  He clicked his tongue, and gently kicked his heels on Easton’s flank.  “Oh, and do let me know if your hymen…needs any help.”
“I can most certainly assure you that it will not,” Alaina retorted, and kept her head facing forward they maneuvered the horses onto the beach. 

Blurb

Two years have passed since Alaina and Gabriel left. Forty years have passed in Isleen. The king is dead. The queen's powers are weakening, and an evil sorceress is intent on furthering her own agenda. An agenda that involves a bargain that Gabriel made...*Due to language and sexual situations, this book is meant for ages 17+*

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Author Bio:

A graduate of Hollins University in southwestern Virginia, Rebecca has put her ancient history degree to good use with the Alaina Downs trilogy, a New Adult/Fantasy series. At least that's what she tells herself. When she's not writing, she lives in the Litchfield hills of Connecticut with her husband and young son. She dances, and runs, and upon occasion...sings very badly.

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Pepsi or coke?
Neither. I don't drink soda. My husband calls me weird because of that.

What inspires your writing?
History. Obscure fairy tales and folklore from around the world. Hot British men.

Do you have a routine or any quirks that you HAVE to do before you can write?
I need to be alone. Like my kid has to be at school or in bed and my husband can't be around me. I like to have a tv show or movie playing in the background that has something to do with the story I'm working on, even if it's a silly movie that has the dude who inspires me character-wise. Also must have a coffee of some kind.

What are your guilty pleasures?
Watching really crappy reality shows like Keeping Up with the Kardashians, reading British chick lit and going online to Sephora to peruse all the makeup even though I rarely wear any in real life.

Coffee or tea?
Coffee all the way!

How do you handle rejection and/or bad reviews?
At this point I don't pay attention to them. Not everybody is going to like what you write, and not everybody is going to understand what you write and that's completely fine. Believe me, there's nothing you can do about that and I found that I'm happier not stressing over it because it can drive you utterly crazy.

Any words of advice for aspiring writers?
Find a group of other aspiring writers. Read each others stuff. Be completely honest and work together because it's one of the ways that you can learn and grow. Also...read! Read, and research and dive into things that you love. You'll never know when a simple thought can become so much more.

If you could live in any period of time when would it be and why?
The Middle Ages. Minus the whole black plague and no modern plumbing thing. I focused on this time period in college, and I find it so fascinating about how people thought then. I love all the stories that emerged from this time and how they became the familiar tales we know today.

What is coming up next for you?
Well, I'm due with my second child in December so I'm taking a little break at the moment, but I'm planning to finish up the third book in the Alaina Downs series next year and I have two more stories that I want to tell that have been percolating for years. One is a dystopian romance that takes from the myth of Elysium, and the other is a YA about being a senior in high school in the 90's.

If you could live anywhere in the world where would that be and why?
England! Specifically in the Yorkshire area. It's unbelievably gorgeous up there, and it's my ideal perfect escape for a little while.

Any last thoughts, words of wisdom etc you would like to share?
Um...I'm sure I could think of something totally brilliant...eventually. But for now, pregnancy brain is prohibiting me from being sarcastic and witty as always.

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Spotlight: Not Pretty Enough by Jaimie Admans

Title: Not Pretty Enough
Author: Jaimie Admans
Date of Publication: August 1, 2013
Genre: contemporary YA comedy

 Blurb:

“New Year’s Resolutions:
1. Lloyd Layton will know I exist. He once said three whole words to me, so this is obviously progress. If I don’t get a proper conversation out of him soon, then I’ll take my top off and streak through the cafeteria, because nobody could fail to notice these boobs.

2. I will not get expelled for streaking through the cafeteria.”

Those are the words that begin her mission.

Chessie is fourteen, not pretty enough, and very much in love. Lloyd Layton is hot, popular, and unaware of Chessie’s existence.

Her goal is clear: to get Lloyd to love her as much as she loves him, and she has exactly one year to do it

As Chessie’s obsession with Lloyd reaches boiling point and she starts to spin a web of lies that spiral out of control, Lloyd turns out to be not quite the prince she thought he was. Can Chessie avoid the gathering storm before things go too far?

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Not Pretty Enough is a contemporary young adult comedy suitable for ages thirteen and over.

Book two in the series will be released early 2014.

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About Jaimie Admans

Jaimie is a 28-year-old English-sounding Welsh girl with an awkward-to-spell name. She lives in South Wales and enjoys writing, gardening, drinking tea and watching horror movies. She hates spiders and cheese & onion crisps. She has been writing for years but has never before plucked up the courage to tell people. Afterlife Academy is her third novel and she hopes you enjoy it. There are plenty more on the way!

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Birthday Blast: Proximity by M.A. George

Proximity

Proximity Series-Book #1

By: M.A. George 

Dr. Palta Capal would be a typical American career woman…if only she were human.

She has found her calling in this world as a physician. It’s an ideal outlet for her compassionate spirit...and unearthly healing powers.

Palta may spend her nights rereading Jane Austen novels, but she deliberately avoids pursuing her own love story. Human men — attractive as they may be — inevitably grow old and wither, leaving her to grieve in solitude. Frankly, no one has seemed worth the torment.

Enter Eric Moran, the intensely attractive and enigmatic new coworker on the scene. With his quiet confidence and warm smile, he manages to draw Palta’s attention. Little does she know that he, too, holds a secret…one that will propel them both into an escalating collision of two worlds.

Book Blast: Emblazed by Nikki Narvaez

Emblazed

The Elemental Prophecy Book # 2

By- Nikki Narvaez  

Expected Publication Date- September 20th, 2013

Three days. Three days seems like a lot of time, but not when you are racing to save the one you love. Not when time is against you.

Three days is all Jace has to save Brielle, to prevent both of their deaths. Both have more to battle than they ever imagined while they fight for their lives, their souls, and their love.

Will Jace be able to rescue Brielle, or will the fate of the world die with her?

Meet the Blackjack Gentlemen: Man On, Book One in the Series by Liz Crowe

The Black Jack Gentlemen

The newest series by Liz Crowe

A city and a sport with something to prove—Meet the men who take that challenge.

The Black Jack Gentlemen—Detroit’s expansion soccer team.

They play hard. And live harder.

Book 1: Man On (August 2013)

Book 2: Red Card (August 2013) 

Book 3: Shut Out (September 2013)

And Coming Soon…

Book 4: Set Piece

Book 5: Hat Trick 

 

Pretty in Pink will be doing an on going series with reviews on each of these books.  This week we are featuring book one in the series Man On.  Please be advised that there are some explicit sexual situations and the books include alternative lifestyles.  Enjoy!

 

Blurb

Bad boy of European football, Nicolas Garza is about to hit American shores with a vengeance. Signed by the Detroit Black Jack Gentlemen as lynch pin for their expansion club, Nicco only half believes he’s making the right move. But with a past full of ghosts and rotten behavior chasing him from his homeland, he has no real choice.

Parker Rollings is a college soccer superstar, but his parents’ plans for their only son do not include professional athletics. When the Black Jacks approach him to finalize their roster, Parker leaps at the chance to keep playing, leaving behind medical school, stability and his first and only college sweetheart.

Nicco and Parker face off as bitter rivals for a coveted starting spot at midfield and are forced to channel their negative energy into something positive for the sake of the group—and themselves.

All eyes are on the fledgling team in its debut season. It’s crucial that the Black Jacks prove all the doubters wrong. They must make a good showing in the league and with new fans. But player drama, club dynamics, and misplaced priorities may tear it apart before it even begins.

Excerpt

 

His fingertips grazed a small card in his pocket making him wince at the memory of his first encounter with the team psychologist. He’d set it up one morning after booting Terry out the door, along with a couple of girls he’d convinced to come by for some playtime. His head hadbeen pounding, not so much from a hangover but shame.

When he had flipped through his expensive-looking orientation packet the words “team psychologist” had leapt out at him as if connected to a hand that gripped him by the short hairs. Not a new thing, all teams had one. But, sick of his bizarre need for constant physical contact—for fucking, he’d corrected, tired of even glossing over it in his own stupid head—he had been desperate for someone to simply listen. So, he made the call. And in the meantime, had enjoyed the workouts with the trainers, the few times he’d scrimmaged around with some of the other players. They’d all been contracted but not obligated to do anything for a month but “acclimate to their new surroundings.”

Part of that acclimation came with the requisite social networking and attendance at a some high visibility fundraisers—which is where Nicco had hooked up with Terrance who’d been attending as personal assistant to some politician. He’d also been encouraged to look around for a place to live with the assistance of an eager young real estate agent, an adorable,sexy, woman whose name he had forgotten within minutes of banging her brains out in an empty mini-mansion. Par for his course, really. But behavior that made him angrier than ever.

His first session with the psychologist, an earnest, nerdy-looking guy with square glasses and a cleft chin, had been brutal. But Nicco had deflected, and to his credit, the shrink had let him front, and show off like a dumb ass for a full hour.

Then, just as he was getting up to leave, convinced the whole thing had been a total waste, the guy looked up at him, pinning him with eyes so sharp and clear they made Nicco gasp in spite of himself. “Nicco,” he’d said. “When you’re ready to face up to your addiction, I’m here to listen. I know you have a problem with sex. You know you have a problem with sex. I’m glad you made this appointment. Next time, let’s make it more useful, shall we? And for your information, I did not support the concept of putting you out there as poster boy for gay rights or gay athletes.”

The man had removed his glasses, staring Nicco down as if he could see into his very soul. “I am gay. I have been with the same partner, a man I love dearly for six years. I understand, on a certain level, what you’re dealing with. So,” he’d put the glasses back on and glanced down at his tablet computer. “When will I see you next?”

Now, Nicco pulled the card from his pocket and stared at the therapist’s name and phone number. Then ripped it into small pieces as the rest of the new team filed into the room. He noted two German players he’d had run-ins with in World Cup play, a South African player who must have cost the casino owners a pretty penny, at least three Brits, a Welsh guy or maybe Irish, and two South Americans whose dark, intense good looks made him shiver with memory.

A handful of fresh-faced young Americans interspersed in the group made him feel old. And that pissed him off. What was Inez thinking anyway? There were two per position in the room, two strong players for each spot—except his. He sipped his water bottle and glared at the Germans. Nervous tension gnawed at his gut but he kept his face calm. Finally when their temporary coach showed up and flipped the blinds closed, he relaxed.

So everyone in the room has to fight for their spot except me? That works. He dropped his feet to the floor at Rafe’s pointed glance and propped his elbows on the table prepared to ignore the forthcoming pep talk.

He’d already made plans for the night and wanted to rest up before hand. This goofy welcome pep talk would be as good a time as any. Letting his thoughts wander to the nightclub catering to gay men and promising full discretion, he made himself stop obsessing over the failed therapy session.

The door clicked open and all eyes landed on the tall, blond man who walked in, backpack on his shoulder, dressed to play. Nicco’s scalp tingled at the sight of him—strong torso, long legs, firm jaw covered with several days’ worth of fuzz. Good Christ but he was a perfect specimen. Nicco kept his casual stance but startled when the kid’s bright blue eyes and huge white smile landed on him.He resisted the urge to smile back. Something about the man made Nicco distinctly uncomfortable but horny at the same time. He suddenly wished he’d held onto the shrink’sbusiness card.

“And Parker will be working with you, Nicco.”

Nicco sat up, knocking his water to the floor as Rafe’s words got his immediate attention.

What the fuck? He stared at the polite hand the kid stuck in his face then over at Rafe. His throat closed up between the proximity of the impossibly handsome man and realization of the fact that the vision of masculine perfection he’d lusted after for the last few seconds wanted to take his spot on the field.

Oh hell no. He leaned back again and ignored his brain that clamored for him to be nice, to take the kid’s hand. To smile and act like an adult. Instead, he smirked, ignored him, and turned to face their coach as if suddenly fascinated by what the guy had to say. Parker stood a minute, and Nicco watched his face turn red before he sat in the one empty chair nearest the door.

Rafe passed out new phones, instructed them that they were obliged to “tweet” and “post profile updates” on Facebook at least three times a day. All shit that Nicco already knew. Rafe’s hot young lady assistant issued key cards to the ones who’d just arrived, including the kid Nicco studiously ignored but whose very presence was making the front of his jeans uncomfortable.

He shifted in his seat, trying to get control of himself, a bizarre combination of anger and lust spinning around his brain. The room rose, and Nicco joined them making their way out into the hallway.

A gaggle of kids and parents awaited them, and the team spent about an hour signingsoccer balls, slips of paper, jerseys, getting photos for camera phones. Nicco joined in to prove his ability to schmooze like a pro. At one point he caught sight of his new young coach with his arm around a tall, attractive, pregnant woman with coal black hair. Rafe caught his eye and beckoned him over.

“Nicolas Garza, this is Maureen, my wife and her son, Adam.” A dark-skinned teenager next to the stunning woman stuck out a hand. Nicco took it, noting the kid’s own club kit and backpack. He took Maureen’s hand, kissed it, and eyeballed Rafe.

“Well done, young Rafe. What a vision. How did a loser like yourself rate such beauty?”

Maureen frowned but her eyes sparkled. “Spare me, Nicco. I’ve heard all about you.”

“I have no doubt of that lovely lady.” He gave a short bow. “But may I also say, congratulations on the coming joy.”

She smiled at him, and he mirrored her liking her already. He valued women who took no shit from him. He winked at Rafe and made his way back into the teeming throng after nodding at the woman’s son who didn’t look that much younger than his mother’s new husband. But when he turned he immediately locked gazes with the blond American usurper and his throat closed up. The man stared at him wide-eyed and innocent, and Nicco had to grip the back of a chair to keep from saying something utterly stupid.

He’d wager his left nut that young Parker had never been with a man, but the sheer sexual energy that poured off him was intoxicating. His fresh, clean good looks spoke of a typical American, upper class upbringing, expensive soccer clubs and college scholarships. Shit that Nicco usually despised and denigrated.

He broke the eye contact and set his jaw. The kid had another think coming if he honestly believed he’d be taking Nicolas Garza’s place on the team. Pure and simple, no matter how fevered his sudden fantasy over popping the kid’s cherry. He ran a hand down his face and swallowed hard. Things had certainly gotten complicated and then some. But he knew that he had a focus now—keeping his starting spot ahead of the delectable Parker.

 

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Microbrewery owner, best-selling author, beer blogger and journalist, mom of three, and soccer fan, Liz lives in the great Midwest, in a major college town. She has decades of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as a three-continent, expat trailing spouse. While working as a successful Realtor, Liz made the leap into writing novels about the same time she agreed to take on marketing and sales for the Wolverine State Brewing Company.

Most days find her sweating inventory and sales figures for the brewery, unless she’s writing, editing or sweating promotional efforts for her latest publications.

Her early forays into the publishing world led to a groundbreaking fiction subgenre, “Romance for Real Life,” which has gained thousands of fans and followers interested less in the “HEA” and more in the “WHA” (“What Happens After?”). More recently she is garnering even more fans across genres with her latest novels, which are more character driven fiction,” while remaining very much “real life.”

With stories set in the not-so-common worlds of breweries, on the soccer pitch, in successful real estate offices and many times in exotic locales like Istanbul, Turkey, her books are unique and told with a fresh voice. The Liz Crowe backlist has something for any reader seeking complex storylines with humor and complete casts of characters that will delight, frustrate, and linger in the imagination long after the book is finished.

If you are in the Ann Arbor area, be sure and stop into the Wolverine State Brewing Co. Tap Room—but don’t ask her for anything “like” a Bud Light, or risk serious injury.

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My Review

 

I know next to nothing about soccer, except for the little I learned when my son played in the 4-5 year old league.  (I'm not sure that even counts lol) I was intrigued though by the excerpt's from the series.  Man On is the first book in the series The Blackjack Gentlemen, about an expansion soccer team in Detroit.  While the book will not appeal to everyone due to the alternative lifestyle it revolves around, but anyone with an open mind sexually will thoroughly enjoy Man On, soccer fan or not.  Liz combines just the right amount of smut with a great story that makes for an awesome read!  Pretty in Pink gives Man On 4 stars. 

 

Pretty in Pink will be doing a post on the second book in the series Red Card on 9/28 and book three Shut Out on 10/5.  Enjoy!

Phase One: Identify Territory of the Dead Book One by Rose Wynters

Blurb

From author Rose Wynters, comes a new zombie series set in Pleasant, Louisiana. Can this checkout girl learn how to survive in a world full of zombies?

Tabitha Alexander is an 18 year old that has just graduated from high school. Working as a checkout girl in the small town of Pleasant, her long-term goals for the future don't go beyond enjoying the upcoming summer and enjoying her freedom.

Fate has something else in store for her, though.

One night, right before closing time, her world is turned completely inside out with the first screams and sounds of gunfire that tear through the dark night. Nothing will ever be the same again..... If they even survive.

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I’m just your average, everyday female that loves to write about passionate love affairs and the the ups and downs of falling in love with extremely hot, alpha, supernatural men that push all the boundaries when it comes to sex.

I’ve always loved romance, starting with books from my childhood like Cinderella or Snow White and Rose Red. As the years passed, I developed an interest in the paranormal and supernatural. My love of romance continued to grow stronger, prompting me to write books about what women really want. There really is magic in the pages, and what red-blooded woman doesn’t want a gorgeous man willing to do everything it takes to claim her?

I enjoy the shows True Blood and The Walking Dead. For some odd reason, I am extremely fascinated by zombies and the idea of living in an apocalyptic world, although I’m definitely grateful that we don’t! I’m not sure how long I’d survive without electricity, Internet, and all the other modern day stuff we take for granted. Still though, I love to write about them, and I hope it reflects in my series, Territory of the Dead!

I enjoy almost all things exotic from exotic food to exotic travels. When not working on my sexy alpha characters and real-world heroines, I like to travel, camp, and just enjoy life as much as I possibly can! I will try just about anything once, and twice if I like it. I enjoy meeting new people and getting to know my readers.

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Excerpt

It would have been worth the complaint and subsequent chewing out I would have received, if the events of the night just wouldn’t have happened. I would later look back on this night and pray that things had ended differently. You can’t change events that are completely out of your control, though.

Even so, anything would have been preferable to that one moment when you find your reality has just been blown to pieces and would never be the same again. That’s assuming you live to survive it.

She was halfway to Jim, her teased hairdo bouncing, when it happened. A loud, panicked scream tore through the night, originating somewhere from the parking lot in front of the store. Even through the thick glass, we could hear it loudly. It sounded like someone was being murdered. I immediately stopped scanning, turning in an attempt to see what was happening.

A body slammed against the glass, face and palms pressed to the surface. It was a horrid sight. His pupils were red and crazed, his face extremely pale and dirty. Dark red blood was smeared across his cheeks and chin. The man stood still for a moment, just watching us with his crazy eyes. Something reanimated him. He slid his palms down the clear, clean glass, leaving a trail of bloody streaks.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the blood. As odd as it sounds, I felt irritated. I’d just cleaned that glass when I first came in on my shift today. Knowing Jim, he’d make me clean them again before I could go home. After he chewed me out, of course.
I shook my head in aggravation, lost in my thoughts. Dimly, I heard one of the customers ask, “What in the hell is that?” It pulled me back to the present.

Nobody moved, to stunned to do anything but watch. Even Jim stared at him, his jaw slack from shock. The man started pounding on the glass with enough force to cause them to shake. It was obvious he was looking for a way in. I shook my head at his idiocy, and wondered why he didn’t just use the door.

The sound of repeated gunfire broke the silence. It sounded like a war zone outside of the walls of the store, and panic immediately set in. The customers abandoned their purchases and shopping carts, running straight toward the automatic doors.

“Don’t go out there,” I yelled out, suddenly afraid for the man outside to figure out the way in. For whatever reason, so far he hadn’t. To my way of thinking, if someone isn’t in their right mind enough to figure out how to get into a store, they didn’t have any business being there in the first place.

The customers ignored me, the first one getting close enough to activate the automatic door feature. With horrified shock, I watched him step through and into the outside world, but he didn’t get any further. The crazed man grabbed him roughly and immediately bit his face.

Nobody stopped to help him, to desperate to save themselves. As the other customers raced away, I watched a man slowly ate to death. There was simply no other way to describe it. Screaming, he tried to fight, but it was no use. Red-eyes was strong enough to lock him into place as he quickly tore chunk after chunk of flesh out of his struggling body.

With a gasp, I put both hands over my mouth and attempted to not vomit. My stunned mind simply couldn’t comprehend what it was seeing. I felt like I was trapped in a nightmare, one that I couldn’t wake up from. After another minute or two of screaming, the customer grew silent, his body limp.

I knew he was dead, but it didn’t stop the cannibalistic actions of the wild man that had hold of him. With loud smacks, he chewed every exposed section of flesh until finally he had his fill. At least, of him.

His red eyes swung in my direction. Without a second glance, he released the dead man’s body. It hit the ground with a loud thump, but I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. He was already dead, but even if he wasn’t, there wasn’t a thing in this world I could do for him. My death was waiting in those red eyes, if I didn’t figure out how to save myself in the next several seconds.