Tag Archives: series

Bewitching Book Tours

aftermath851x315I have a book virtual book tour hosted by Bewitching Book Tours. Check it out, enjoy and let me know what you think.

Joe Reyes

June 13 Top Ten Guest Blog

Fang-tastic Books

www.fang-tasticbooks.blogspot.com

Top Ten Post-Apocalyptic movies, books and tv shows

June 14 Spotlight

The Recipe Fairy

http://recipe-fairy.weebly.com/

June 15 Interview

Roxanne’s Realm

www.roxannerhoads.com

June 16 Guest Blog

Hart’s Romance Pulse

www.HartsRomancePulse.com

Topic: write about how our fear of the end of the world helps create a deeply emotional post-apocalyptic story?

June 17 Spotlight

CBY Book Club

http://cbybookclub.blogspot.com/

June 20 Interview

Deal Sharing Aunt

www.dealsharingaunt.blogspot.com

June 21 Spotlight

3 Partners in Shopping, Nana, Mommy, and Sissy, Too!

http://3partnersinshopping.blogspot.com

June 22 Interview

The Creatively Green Write at Home Mom

www.creativelygreen.blogspot.com

June 23 Interview

Literary Dust

www.literarydust.wordpress.com

June 24 Spotlight

T’s Stuff

http://teresanoel.blogspot.com/

June 27 Spotlight

Lisa’s World of Books

www.lisasworldobooks.net

June 28 Review

Aussie Bookworms

http://aussiebookworms.wordpress.com

June 30 Spotlight

Fuonlyknew

http://fuonlyknew.com/

July 1 Spotlight

Zenny’s Awesome Book Reviews

https://zennysawesomebookreviews.wordpress.com

July 4 Spotlight

Booklover Sue

http://bookloversue.blogspot.com

July 5 Spotlight

Mello and June, It’s a Book Thang!

http://mellojune.blogspot.com

July 6 Spotlight

Ramblings of a book nerd

www.booknerdramblings.com

July 7 Spotlight

JeanzBookReadNReview

http://jeanzbookreadnreview.blogspot.co.uk/

July 8 Recipe and Review

Cabin Goddess

http://cabingoddess.com/

July 8 Spotlight

Ogitchida Kwe’s Book Blog

http://ogitchidabookblog.blogspot.com

July 11 Guest blog and review

Books and Kats

http://katticusbookreviews.blogspot.co.uk/

July 11 Guest blog and review

The Novel Girls

www.thenovelgirls.com 

Advertisements

6 Days Left Update

Felt like a kid at Christmas when I opened up my copies of my novel Aftermath. Probably next week I will schedule a book signing at the library and my old college Brookdale. In the meantime I’m just updating all my social media. The 20th is when Wasteland Press promotes the book.

I think I’m in a good position. Every author I talked to said I’m ahead of the game, but in my mind I don’t think so. Nerves and stress I guess. The 20th is approaching fast and I don’t really know what will happen. I’m not a book guy. “But aren’t you a writer?” Yea, but I don’t find much interest in reading. So I don’t know where readers get the scoop on the next latest book. But I trust Wasteland Press.

Oh also in June I have a virtual book tour with Bewitching Books. So from what I read it’s a lot of getting me out on others blogs and promoting my book and doing interviews. It’s very exciting, but stressful. I haven’t woken up past 5:45 in days. I have a list of everything I need to do, but sometimes I can’t do it all in a day.

It’ll get better I know, but right now my toilet is getting a lot of action from my stress induced crapping. On that note, I would like to thank all of you for your support.

You can check it out at Amazon and Barnes and Noble

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/aftermath-joe-reyes/1123764110?ean=9781681111124&st=PLA&sid=BNB_DRS_Core+Shopping+Books_00000000&2sid=Google_&sourceId=PLGoP325&k_clickid=3×325

http://www.amazon.com/Aftermath-Joe-Reyes/dp/1681111128/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1463223901&sr=8-2&keywords=aftermath+joe+reyes

Joe Reyes

Eating People

Have you ever looked at a guy in a non-sexual way and said, “I really want a piece of him in my mouth?” In the world of Aftermath, that’s not strange statement. Most of us aren’t seasoned forest rangers who can go into the woods with a butter knife and build a shopping mall. To survive you must rely on what you know. Meat = Food plain and simple.

Most people are going to have to live off the land to survive. That can actually be a death sentence in itself. There was a jingle to remember what berries in the woods were poisonous. “Green and sweet and good to eat” or was it “Red and sweet and good to eat” either way you can’t leave your survival up to a coin toss.

You use the same principles in cooking a steak that you would use when cooking a person. Overcooked is better than undercooked to guarantee you won’t get sick from raw meat. The creative part is how to do the actual cooking. Rotisserie style, skillet, barbeque grates, the goal is to have the cooking apparatus has to be raised up over the fire and not sitting directly on it. This is so you’re able to add more wood to keep the fire going.

It’s kill or be killed out there. You have to focus on your survival no matter what the cost. Eating a person doesn’t make you evil, it just makes you more in tune with how the world is run now. You must always remember that you must do whatever you have to if it ensures your survival, even eat someone.

Joe Reyes

 

The Beast

No one knew where the beast came from or what its name was, but when it came through everything died. Within a week, the massive island was barren of all life. The humans thought they could stay and fight, but they were the first to go.

The beast stood a gargantuan three hundred feet. Its belly became fat with all the life it’s eaten. Nothing was spared, not even the animals. It drank the rivers dry just to see the fish flail around and go still.

The birds were the lucky ones. They flew away early on. The beast never tried to cross the ocean. There was no telling if it could swim or not, it just roamed the land searching for life to extinguish.

After seemingly months of wandering around, the beast heard nothing but the wind. In sheer frustration, the beast let out a great roar that was so powerful it uprooted the trees. For a few moments, there was nothing but silence. Suddenly, there was a low roar in the distance. The beast turned in shock and stomped its way towards the distant sound.

After miles and miles of travel, the beast let out another roar and waited a few moments for a reply. High above, in the frozen mountains, a reply echoed. The beast mindlessly climbed up the mountainside. Thousands of feet the beast climbed with its gaze transfixed on the summit.

The cold didn’t bother it at all. The beast’s thick skin made it immune to the elements. Many doubted if the beast was able to feel pain at all. A few times it started to slip and fall, but its giant claws locked him in place.

The beast looked tiny at the top of the mountain. It turned around again and again and didn’t see a single thing. The beast let out one last roar. In the distance, yet another roar called back. The beast snarled at the noise coming from another mountain.

The beast started to walk and slid on the ice. It stabbed its claws into the mountain to stop its fall. The claws started to break and the beast fell helplessly down the mountain. Jagged rocks didn’t slow the descent.

The ground erupted as the beast finally hit the ground. Its body was broken, yet it still tried to rise up. Finally, the beast laid flat on the ground, fading away fast. It moved its eyes while searching for the source of the roar. Little did the beast know, it was chasing its own echo.

Joe Reyes

 

Dreams Snatched Up

Dream Snatched Up

Just a few more hours,” Deron encourages himself as he throws water on his face. The doorbell rings outside, but Deron doesn’t notice it. His stomach is in knots and he doesn’t want to leave the safety of the bathroom. He then picks up a hand towel and dries his face and hands. The lights flicker slightly, but Deron doesn’t pay any attention to it.

“Deron! Mr. Spencer is at the door,” an elderly woman shouts.

“Be right out grandma,” Deron replies while looking at himself in the mirror. He has a mammoth body, but currently feels minuscule.

Deron softly challenges himself getting pumped up, “You ready?” He beats his chest once and opens up the door.

“There you are, boy,” Grandma June takes Deron’s arm and directs him down the hallway. The whole two bedroom Georgian suburban home is packed with family and friends to support Deron. “D, steaks are almost done,” says his father.

Deron replies over his shoulder, “Thanks Pops,”

“Man, you’ve been in there so long we thought you got stuck,” his friend KP, who is much smaller than him, jokes while putting an arm around Deron. Deron convincingly tries to laugh it off.

“While you were there powdering your nose, we have been keeping Mr. Spencer entertained,” June scolds him.

Mr. Spencer, a well-dressed man in his fifties stands up and extends his hand. “Please madam, call me Sam,” he politely introduces shaking Deron’s hand.

“Thanks again for coming by today, sir,” Deron says with generosity.

“No problem, son. I know how stressful today can be and its best if I’m here to fill you in on trades and rumors,” Sam conveys.

KP states, “Yo, Double S, I’m hearing Miami is trying to trade up,”

Sam tries to smile off the ridiculous name they have given him, “Well, we have a few hours left until the dance so I would imagine a lot more teams will try to jump up,” Sam takes a seat on the couch.

“It would be nice to stay down South,” Deron thinks, hoping his agent can make this happen.

“I’ll see what I can do. Now we just hang for a few hours, eat some barbeque, and relax,” Sam crosses his legs and takes a quick glance at his phone.

Deron takes a seat next to Sam, “You really think I’ll go number one?” Deron cups his hands and looks at the television. On the screen, the sports experts are discussing the draft. Deron sees his name at the top of all the draft boards.

“It’s not an exact science, but I hear from every GM in the league and they all say the same thing about you, ‘Take him now,’” Sam looks at his watch. “Now, the film crew should be here soon,” Sam stands up. “It would be best if you sit in the middle of the couch with your father and grandmother on either sides of you. Sound good?” Sam asks while looking around.

“I’m deferring to you on this,” Deron stands up and moves over a cushion.

Sam says, “I’m glad you listened to me about staying here and didn’t fly up to New York for this,”

“Yeah, why didn’t you want him to go there?” KP asks.

Sam begins to say, “Always best to stay home for these things. Just in case something bad happens,” Deron looks surprised about the “bad” part. “And it looks better seeing you at home with your family,” Sam continues.

“Umm, what bad can happen?” asks Deron curiously.

“Well, like I said, it’s not an exact science. If you don’t go first, then you might drop down a bit,” Sam says while Deron nervously sits down.

“How far is a bit?” Deron wonders.

“Depends. If the first teams don’t pick you then some of the others will start to panic and then you find yourself in the upper twenties, if you’re lucky,” Sam nonchalantly takes out his phone and to answers a call.

Deron feels the knots in his stomach returns and wants to sit down, “No! Just play it cool. You’ll get picked…eventually, and eventually is better than not at all,” he reassures himself.

BUUZZZZZ!” The television makes a quick high pitched sound and then goes black. “See! My boy needs that first round money to pay the bills up in here,” KP jokes, but nobody acknowledges him. The power goes out in the house. The partying stops and everyone looks around.

A firetruck barrels down the street followed by a half-dozen police cruisers. Some of the guests go outside. “What the Hell is going on out there?” Deron’s grandmother inquires following the group outside.

“Hello? Hello?” Sam looks at his phone, “Call dropped and I have no service all of a sudden,” he says to Deron.

The house begins to shake slightly. Everyone starts to steady themselves. Plates fall from the shelves in the kitchen. “Hey, everyone! Come out here!” someone yells from the backyard. Deron runs outside, followed by KP.

Deron swings open the door and stops dead in his tracks, “Move Deron I can’t see,” KP exclaims trying to push past. When he finally does, he stops as well and his jaw drops, “Oh my God,” he utters. Smoke columns rise up in the distance as missiles fly above them in all directions.

In the corner of his eye, Deron sees Sam jump into his car and speed away in panic. Deron is too scared to be angry at Sam. Deron’s father grabs June by the arm, “Deron! Go inside now,” his father orders, leading her inside.

Some of the other partygoers drive off as well. “Pops, should we leave to?” Deron looks around at the people leaving. Neighbors scream in terror as the came outside. An ambulance speeds by towards one of the pillars of smoke.

“We lock up and stay put until we figure out what’s going on,” his father looks to the other people while debating what to do, “Everyone come inside with us,” he says, leading people in. More explosions ring out in the distance.

As soon as Deron goes inside he locks himself in the bathroom. He leans against the wall and runs his fingers through his hair, “This was supposed to be my day,” he looks in the mirror and throws a punch that shatters the glass.