Today I would like to talk to you a little about a great author and friend of mine – Cyrus Keith. I’ve known Cyrus for some years now, as we frequent the same online critique group, and his insights and knowledge have saved my hide many times. This knowledge and skillz go into every one of his novels – thrillers, military sci-fi, in fact, action movies in print – making them edge-of-your-seat works I would highly recommend to every one of you.
Where you can find out more about Cyrus’s writing and published books:
WHO IS CYRUS KEITH?
Born and raised in Northern Indiana, he grew up learning how to camp and fish with his scoutmaster dad, who instilled in him a love for the outdoors and nature. A U.S Air Force veteran trained in electronics repair and battlefield aid, he’s worked a wild variety of jobs and has played bass with the best rock-punk band that never launched a record, invented the best board game that never sold a copy, and with a friend developed a role-playing game that to this day gathers dust in a Rhode Island closet. Currently, he makes a living as an avionics technician for corporate jets.
No wonder he knows so much about the army and technology. Nah!
Cyrus has already published an acclaimed military sci-fi series – The NADIA Project. Book 1 “Becoming Nadia” has won Best Thriller honors at EPICon 2012, and was a Top Ten Finisher for Best Thriller in the Preditors and Editor’s Reader’s Poll for 2012! And let me tell you, the sequels are even better.
Without further ado, let me introduce to you The NADIA Project, published with MuseItUp Publishing – and don’t forget to scroll down to read an excerpt from Critical Mass, book 3 in the series!!
There’s only one thing that pretty, popular TV reporter Nadia Velasquez is missing: her
memory from before the explosion that killed everyone else in the room, including the
President of Nigeria. But from the moment she meets FBI agent Jon Daniels, all hell breaks
loose. Friends turn into deadly enemies overnight, and she has no idea who she can trust
When Jon and Nadia investigate further, they discover the living terror that is the truth
behind Nadia’s existence, a truth that could mean the death of millions.
All who stand between evil and the innocent are two ancient warriors, a misfit genius, a rogue FBI agent, and a living antimatter bomb named NADIA.
Excerpt from Critical Mass:
abdomen. The fire grew in intensity as she became more aware, drawing an
involuntary moan from her lips. The pain became a monster, feeding on her body
bite by bite until she began to writhe in spite of her best efforts to control it on her
own. Her wrists and ankles came up short against stops. In her semi-conscious
state, fear shook free from its bonds in her mind, and the writhing turned into
thrashing. Every movement made the pain worse, and every twinge of pain brought
on an involuntary jerk of an arm or leg.
her down into the bed. “Jenna? Jenna, stop. Listen to me!”
her training, and opened her eyes. After fighting the pain tiger back into its cage,
Jenna ran down her checklist. First, evaluate your surroundings. The light in the
concrete block room was dimmed to a comfortable level. A faint musty odor stung
her nostrils. I’m underground. A basement…?
the bed, both hands on Jenna’s shoulders. Wrinkled blue scrubs rustled softly as
she turned her attention to prepping a syringe filled with an amber liquid. “Do you
need something for pain?”
find us. Unless they did, and I’m going to just lay here and take a needle like a dog
to be put down. No way in hell—
vial from which she’d taken the serum so Jenna could see. “It’s okay, just
morphine. Please, let me help you.”
everything she could. All she saw was open sincerity. Jenna finally nodded and
sagged back against the mattress, sweat beading on her brow. The trembling in her
limbs stilled as a warm sensation crawled up her arm. Seconds later, a fresh
blanket was pulled up to her chest. As the painkiller took hold, she managed a
weak “Thank you.” That was when she noticed how dry her throat was. She could
barely croak, “Water, please?”
relief and fear. “Y-yeah, sure, hang on.” She stood and rapped on the door twice,
paused, and then rapped once more. Jenna heard a man’s voice on the other side,
old and hoarse, but strong. The freckled woman said, “She’s awake. Get Jon,”
before pouring some water from a pitcher into a glass and inserting a straw. After
she helped Jenna to a few sips, she sat back down. “How do you feel now?”
“Better, I guess. I suppose it’s out of line to ask where I am?”
some introductions? I’m Beth.” She took Jenna’s hand in her own. Beth’s fingers
trembled, but her smile was sincere.
lot of blood. Can you tell me what happened?”
all the way down to the slurp at the bottom before she let go. “FYI, I’m not a cop. I
used to work at the hospital in Twin Oaks Spa. On a scale of one to ten, how’s the
anymore. She would need a sharp mind from here on out.
“Uh-huh.” She nodded and pushed a syringe into Jenna’s IV line. “I’m just going
to give you a bump, anyway, to stay on top of it. Don’t worry. I’m halving the
dose. You’ll still be reasonably sharp.”
side of the door to hear. “We’re good. Come on in.”
Jon Daniels. He closed the door behind him, and the locks clicked back into place.
One nurse, Jon, and whoever is beyond that door. Probably a couple more
upstairs. Outside, who knows? I might be on an Army base for all I know. Not that
I’m in any shape to escape. A toddler could tackle me right now.
“Hey, Jenna. Sorry about the straps. I’m sure you understand.”
should thank you.”
were a special agent for the FBI. As in, anything I say can and will be used against
outside that locked door? I know when I’m being held prisoner.” Jenna tried to sit
up. A spasm ripped through her torso. She squinted and flopped back down with a
stakes are too high to take any chances right now. Just take it easy and get better.
We’ll have time to talk later.”
into the eyes of a cat.
on her abdomen. “What you are doesn’t worry me. It’s what you can do that
frightens the hell out of me.”
want to be tied up, I won’t be for long.”
but couldn’t think of anything to say that couldn’t be taken the wrong way. Damn
clamped shut for a second. When she continued, her voice cracked. “He blew my
friend’s brains all over the floor, right in front of me. And he was going to kill us,
too. Nadia said it was you. I… I don’t want anyone to die. But he needed to die for
what he did. So thank you.” She covered Jenna back up. “Dressing looks good for
now. We’ll check it again in a couple hours.”
wiped out? I happen to be between jobs right now, rates cheap.” Yeah, right. It
was an order, plain and simple. He was being cut loose. Just like me. The only
difference is I made it out alive. “Okay.” Jenna closed her eyes and took a deep,
slow breath, focusing all her energy on calming her pain receptors. With the added
boost from the drugs Beth administered, she was able to quiet the spasms down,
and drifted off into a fitful sleep.
Thank you, my friend. I’m indeed honored!
I loved Becoming Nadia. I was amazed at your imagination. I think it’s time I got another one of your books.