banner banner

 

  Canadian flag

 

  UK flag 

 

  USA flag 

 

 

Book Title

Author Name
/

PAPERBACKS

 

Genre pages

 FICTION

Canadiana

General

Erotica

Fantasy

Historical

Horror

LGBTQ Fiction

Mystery

Poetry

Romance

- Contemporary

- Ennoble

- Historical

- Inspirational

Nostalgia

New Age

Paranormal

Vampires

Satire

Science Fiction

Thriller

Detective & Crime

Time Travel

Young Adult

Native American

 

 NON-FICTION

Art

Autobiography

Biography

Memoirs

Cook Books

Pets & Animals

Self Help &

How To

Spirituality

 - New Age

 - Traditional

 

 

Sample Contract

 

Sumbission Guidelines

Artist Showcase

 Artist Submission Guidelines

 Links

  Articles

NEW eBOOKS AVAILABLE IN 10 FORMATS
Adobe acrobat = PDF
HTML = .htm
Kindle = .mobi
Mobipocket = .prc
MSWord = .doc
MSReader = .lit
Nook = ePUB
PALM = .pdb
PDF for iPhone = .pdf
Rich Text = .rtf





HOME >> Product 0295 >> The Red Sun Will Come>>

Touch image to enlarge


The Red Sun Will Come

MARK MOREY

Tatyana Maloff is twenty-three years old and living in an abandoned office building in Moscow. She and her friends are lucky to have escaped from the men who killed her boyfriend. Tatyana is fed up with her life of missed opportunities, and it's time for her to have a fresh start on life.

$1.99

Greg Anderson is a thirty-two year old journalist working for a Sydney newspaper, and he's bored with his job, and is frustrated by a superficial relationship with his girlfriend. Greg is writing a story on Russian Brides in Australia, and he comes across Tatyana from Moscow. He corresponds with pretty Tatyana, and is enthralled by her mature philosophies on life. Tatyana is more together than the women of Greg's past, which is surprising given she is younger.

Greg flies to Moscow to meet Tatyana, or Tanya as she is known to her friends. When Greg gets to know Tanya, he realises she is a special young woman indeed. Beautiful, intelligent and feisty. It's easy for Greg to fall in love with Tanya, and it's easy for Tanya to fall in love with the handsome and successful Australian. Then Tanya discovers how Greg found her, and is ready to walk away from him when they are attacked by armed men in a restaurant.

Tanya Maloff is running for her life. She and her friends witnessed the brutal murder of her partner, and she knows things have gone too far. She has to get away and start again.

Greg Anderson is bored with his job as a journalist in Sydney, Australia, and frustrated by a superficial relationship with his girlfriend. One day while researching a story on Russian women, he comes across the beautiful Tanya from Moscow. He is captivated by her desires for life, desires which Greg would like to share.

Greg flies to Moscow to meet Tanya, and she is a very interesting young woman indeed. Then Tanya's past catches up with them and Greg has only one option. She can't go to the police and he can't abandon her, so they set out to find the men who killed her former partner.

Greg and Tanya piece together fragments of clues, until the truth behind a drug war is revealed. Corruption reaching to the highest levels of Moscow society. The more they discover the more desperate the men behind these crimes become, until Greg and Tanya have nowhere left to turn. They can't leave, their passports will be watched, and a tragedy which claims the lives of hundreds shows that these men will stop at nothing to get what they want. Greg and Tanya are trapped in a city of 10 million, and it will take a miracle for them to survive.

 

eBOOK STATS:

   

Length:

65816 Words

Price:

$5.99

Sale Price:

$1.99

Published:

2012

Cover Art:

T.L. Davison

Editor:

Robert Cherny

Copyright:

Mark Morey

ISBN Number:

978-1-927337-28-8

Available Formats:

PDF; iPhone PDF; HTML; Microsoft Reader(LIT); MobiPocket (PRC); MS Word (DOC); Rich Text (RTF); Palm (PDB); Nook, Iphone, Ipad, Android (EPUB); Kindle (MOBI);

 

EXCERPT

   

FOUR YOUNG PEOPLE CHASED through the streets of Moscow. Four pairs of shoes pounded on hard pavement, the sound echoed in the narrow street. Four minds focused on one thing, to keep running. To leave their pursuers behind. To reach their safe sanctuary. To survive.

Tatyana tried to look over her shoulder but nearly slipped on the slush of melting snow, her shoes sliding in the dampness. Just ahead, Denis disappeared out of sight as he turned into Poslednij Street. They were nearly home, but how far behind were those men? Tatyana desperately wanted to look, to check, to see if they were safe. But she couldn't, she had to keep running. She saw what happened to Valentin. She didn't know who the men were or why they did it, but she knew they would do the same to her if they caught her. Despite her aching lungs she pushed herself on. Just a step or two behind, she heard Alisa struggling with the effort. She willed her friend to keep up, mentally trying to help Alisa cover these last few metres to safety.

Denis reached the loose sheets of steel; peeling them away and slipping out of sight. Tatyana followed Lyonya through the gap in the fence. In the darkness of the yard she couldn't see much, but she heard Alisa pull the steel into place. Tatyana hoped it would be enough. In the small fenced area, they waited, Tatyana leaning against the wall of the building, listening for those men. But all she heard were the sounds of Moscow at night: never-ending traffic noises, a police siren in the distance.

Once Tatyana's eyes were used to the darkness; she saw the others nearby. Tall dark Lyonya, who had Alisa under his spell in a way that Tatyana had never seen before. Pretty blonde Alisa, with her stylish short hair. She must earn so much, why was she living here? Big, friendly Denis who never seemed to be able to find a girl. Valentin's gang. She shuddered involuntarily before brushing a strand of her long black hair away from her face, suddenly aware that she had lost the feeling in her fingers. She rubbed her hands hard to restore circulation and avoid frostbite. Out in the open at this time of year without a coat and without gloves! Madness! The danger had passed and it was time to go inside and get warm. Wearily, she opened the door and entered the dark stairwell, fumbling for a moment until she found the light switch. Tatyana squinted against the harsh light, and aware of the ache in her legs, she slowly climbed the stairs to the second floor corridor. Part-way along on the left was the door to the abandoned office of the former Next-Gen Internet Company. Tatyana unlocked the door and stepped into to the glorious warmth of their shared home, such that it was. Lyonya and Alisa followed, hugging each other to protect themselves from the cold, while Denis brought up the rear. Tatyana held her hands close to the steam radiator, Lyonya and Alisa sat together on the shabby leather sofa. Denis, as always, looked out of place.

"Tanya, what happened?" Alisa asked.

"How should I know?" Tatyana snapped.

"He's your boyfriend."

"You know what he's into."

"Surely he must have said something."

"He didn't say anything. I'm just glad we got away, those types don't leave witnesses."

"Yeah, I know. Those guns…" Alisa paused. "What're you gonna do?"

Tatyana shrugged her shoulders; she tried to look cool despite her confusion. Her partner was dead and she didn't feel anything, which was strange. She always expected something like this; and maybe she was glad the waiting was over. She sighed. Ever since she became Valentin's lover, her life was nothing but trouble. She was going to leave him and start over, and now this. Everything ruined, no-one would want her now. Although, if she was clever, she still had a chance. A chance indeed.

"You should be upset," Alisa said harshly. "He saved you, he brought you here. This is your home now."

"This, my home, an old office?" Tatyana said, shaking her head in disbelief. "I didn't need saving until he came into my life!"

"He loved you."

"Love, what's this thing called love? Nothing but strife. And you, Alisa, what does your love for Lyonya do for you? You go to the hotel and foreign businessmen pay you for an hour. And then you go to the bar and find another. Yeah, that's love!"

"Tanya...," Lyona began, before Alisa interrupted.

"The businessmen can have my body, but my heart belongs to Lyonya," Alisa said, turning to gaze at her boyfriend sitting beside her.

"Very moving," Tanya replied flatly. "If I sell myself, I'll do it properly. Once for life; to a man who'll pay what I'm really worth."

"What do you mean?"

"I've got my plans," Tatyana said with a strange smile. "I'm sick of living in this old place, hustling drugs and worrying about police or guys like tonight. I know a better way."

"And Valentin; we can't just leave him with those men."

"What can we do about the people he deals for? Four of us against the mafia; we wouldn't stand a chance!"

"She's right," Lyonya said calmly. "We can't do anything on our own, and you know we can't go to the police. I'm sorry but it's over."

Alisa sat stiffly with her arms crossed while Tatyana glared at her smug friend. "Shouldn't you be putting on your makeup and miniskirt for the rich businessmen at the Novotel?" Tatyana asked, leaning against the wall with her hands on her hips. "I know every Western man loves a pretty Russian girl."

"Do you think I can work after what happened to Valentin?" Alisa shouted. "What's wrong with you?" She leapt to her feet, pointing her finger at Tatyana. "Heartless bitch!" Then she stormed from the room, slamming the door of her makeshift bedroom so hard the wall shook.

Lyonya glared at Tatyana before rushing after his girlfriend. Tatyana eyed Denis, silently sitting on his own and trying to avoid her gaze.

"I'm tired Denis. I better sleep. I'm sure it'll seem better in the morning," she said before leaving for her room.

Tatyana's room had once been an office for an important manager. Large, walled by a decades-old wooden partition, painted white a few years ago when the Next-Gen company took over. It was shabby now, with scuff marks on the walls and cables poking from the skirting boards. But at least it was private. Tatyana stripped off her clothes and slipped under the covers of her bed. She drifted off to sleep.

 

REVIEWS

   
“A real page-turner” -

Monica Dennison, Literary Agent

"The story offers a cast of characters who find themselves embedded in the folds of an intriguing cross-cultural plot. The reader explores both international social and physical landscapes through a narrative propelled by the protagonist’s observations of a world where lives, ethnic differences, ideals and elements of corruption collide.”

Lauren Elise Daniels Prose Editor, Interactive Publications.

To submit a review for this book click here

 

RELATED PRODUCTS

   

Thumbnail for 304

}
cat donation

        

comment display

 

Click on

image for our

featured titles


 

Author of The Month

 

 

CLUB

 LIGHTHOUSE

PUBLISHING

 INFO


CLP Staff

 

Authors

 

Cover Artists

 

News and Blog Page

 

Writer's Resources

 


Hosting

 

 

paypal 

amnest

 

HomePrivacy NoticeFAQSite MapContact Us