OVERRIDE

Three A.M.

Steven John

Tor Books

Fifteen years of sunless gray.

 

Fifteen years of mist. So thick the streets fade off into nothing. So thick the past is hazy at best. The line between right and wrong has long been blurred, especially for Thomas Vale.

 

Long gone are the days when new beginnings seemed possible—when he was a new recruit, off to a new start fresh in the army. He had hoped to never look back. Not like there was much to see, anyway.

 

First came the sickness, followed by the orders: herd the healthy into the city, shoot the infected. The gates closed and the bridges came down… followed by the mist.

Fifteen miserable years of the darkest nights and angry, awful gray days.

 

Thomas Vale can hardly fathom why he keeps waking up in the morning. For a few more days spent stumbling along? Another night drinking alone? Another hour keeping the shadows at bay….

 

But when Rebecca Ayers walks into his life, the answers come fast. Too fast.  

Fifteen years of sunless gray.

 

Fifteen years of mist. So thick the streets fade off into nothing. So thick the past is hazy at best. The line between right and wrong has long been blurred, especially for Thomas Vale.

 

Long gone are the days when new beginnings seemed possible—when he was a new recruit, off to a new start fresh in the army. He had hoped to never look back. Not like there was much to see, anyway.

 

First came the sickness, followed by the orders: herd the healthy into the city, shoot the infected. The gates closed and the bridges came down… followed by the mist.

Fifteen miserable years of the darkest nights and angry, awful gray days.

 

Thomas Vale can hardly fathom why he keeps waking up in the morning. For a few more days spent stumbling along? Another night drinking alone? Another hour keeping the shadows at bay….

 

But when Rebecca Ayers walks into his life, the answers come fast. Too fast.  

BOOK EXCERPTS

Read an Excerpt

1
 

She was blond, of course. Eyes as gray as midnight fog and lips stained red. Her dress matched her lips and hugged her hips and chest, and my eyes kept drifting to where the crimson silk stopped and her thighs began. Christ, what a beauty. And oh how she knew it. And she knew I knew she knew, and it didn’t matter a bit.
She waited so long to start talking, I was lost in her beauty by the time she started playing her game … trying to hook me. She almost did. No one ever actually did, though—at least no one had in years. Sure, she was gorgeous, but I would
READ THE FULL EXCERPT
BACK

REVIEWS

Praise for Three A.M.

“The shadows. The danger. I'm still breathing, but barely. I finished this riveting book—and lived. Will you? Breathtaking.”

—Whitley Strieber, New York Times bestselling author of Hybrids, on Three A.M.

“The shadows. The danger. I'm still breathing, but barely. I finished this riveting book—and lived. Will you? Breathtaking.”

—Whitley Strieber, New York Times bestselling author of Hybrids, on Three A.M.

Reviews from Goodreads

BACK

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  • Steven John

  • Steven John and his wife, an elementary school teacher, live in Los Angeles by way of Washington D.C. and New York, respectively. He splits his time between many things, most of which involve words. Three A.M. is his first novel.

     

     

BACK

COMMUNITY

Criminalelement.com

    MORE BLOG POSTS
    BACK

    BUY THE BOOK

    Available Formats and Book Details

    Three A.M.

    Steven John

    BACK

    FROM THE PUBLISHER

    Tor Books

    BACK