A one-night stand turns into a partnership for survival...
Party girl Samantha Sanders is celebrating her thirtieth birthday in style--a road trip to Las Vegas for a long weekend with her girlfriends. Staying in the swankiest hotel on the strip, she's naked and in bed with the sexiest guy she's ever laid eyes on when the clock strikes twelve. Who knew the world would really end December 21, 2012? Those Mayans, they weren't lyin'...
Russ Weaver is above all else a soldier. Looking for a little fun before spending Christmas with his crazy family, a weekend on leave in Vegas unexpectedly turns into his newest mission----protecting the sweet, scared woman he happens to be in bed with when the world as they know it is over.
Wandering throughout the virtually abandoned streets of Vegas, the fine city has turned into a war zone. Their only hope to get out alive is to stick together--and fight those who wish to cease their endeavors. Permanently.
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October 31, 2011
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Excerpt from Neon Chaos by Karen Erickson
"What's happening?" Panic filled her and she turned to stare at Russ, waiting for an answer.
Like he knew. His expression was stern but edged with confusion. He studied what was unfolding before them silently, his hands tightening about her shoulders with every second that passed.
Buildings that once surrounded the hotel were demolished, smashed into bits of rubble. Cars scattered down the street as if they were discarded toys, flipped on their side or completely upside down. The street lights and neon signs were out though flashes that looked like laser beams appeared, red and white in color, streaking across the night sky and illuminating the entire block.
Something was attacking them from above.
"It's the end of the world, isn't it? Oh, my God." She jerked away from Russ's hold and ran to her suitcase, throwing it open and searching for something to wear. She sat on the floor, rummaging through her clothes, her fingers shaking so badly she could hardly grasp ahold of anything.
She needed to get dressed. They needed to get the hell out of here and quick.
If they even could.
A sob welled in her throat, large and overwhelming and she choked it down, a little cry escaping her despite her efforts.
"Hey." He came to her and knelt, grabbing her by the arm and forcing her to look at him. "Stay calm. You need to get dressed."
"What do you think I'm doing?" She sounded hysterical even to her own ears.
It was really happening, and she couldn't freaking believe it. The end of the world was going down on her birthday. The Mayans had been right all along.