Greetings from Camp Nanowrimo!

Okay, so it’s not a real camp. It’s normal life plus 1000 words a day for the whole month of July, but I like to picture myself at one of those American summer camps, staying in a log cabin by the lake writing all day, everyday.

The real Camp Nanowrimo may not be as picturesque and may not have as many writing hours but I have been getting it done, (don’t ask me how because I have no idea!) which means Alliance is 80% done. Wanna read an excerpt?

Please note – This is unedited draft and could be subject to change or not feature in the final version.

Also, don’t read it if you haven’t read the other two books. It probably doesn’t have any major spoilers but it won’t mean much to you – go download Contact instead, it’s free!

Now for the rest of you, I’d LOVE to hear what you think. What are your predictions for Alliance (and the rest of the series)? Is there anything you hope happens? Or anything you really hope doesn’t? Let me know in the comments or email me. I’m considering posting a second excerpt soon (with Jack!) so hearing from you will help me decide which one to share…

Enjoy!

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Dane stood over my desk. I raised an eyebrow. “Can I help you?”
“Amy’s acting strangely. What’s going on?”
Oh no.
I had seen this coming but it was later than I expected so still managed to take me by surprise.
“I don’t know. Have you asked her?”
He narrowed his eyes. “Yes. She’s fobbed me off with some rubbish about being stressed about her exams.”
“Then maybe she is stressed about her exams. It’s not unheard of.”
Gathering my stuff I stood up. Dane wasn’t having any of it. He shifted to block my way.
“She not stressed about exams,” he spat like it was the most ridiculous notion he’d ever heard. “It’s something else. I saw you two whispering earlier. You’re her best friend so don’t pretend you don’t know what’s going on Eliza. Spill.”
“Honestly, I don’t know what you’re talking about Dane. I’m sorry. Amy seems fine to me. If you are feeling insecure I think you should talk to her.” It was mean of me, especially since I knew the real reason for Amy’s behaviour but this was Dane and he absolutely couldn’t find out the truth.
“Tell me,” he demanded. I tried to move past him but he moved with me.
“Dane! I told you I don’t know anything. Now leave me alone.”
“Eliza,” Dane growled, his fingers gripping my wrist.
“Get off.”
“What is going on here?” Mr Denton barked.
Dane dropped my wrist. “Nothing Sir.”
Mr Denton looked at me. “Eliza?”
“Nothing Sir.”
He gestured to the remaining students in the classroom. “Off you go everyone, I’m sure you have places to be. Dane and Eliza wait behind please.”
“But Sir–”
“Eliza,” he said sternly. I sat back down.
I shot Dane a dirty look. “Well done.”
He gave me a nasty grin and folded his arms. “Fine by me. It will give me plenty of time to get the truth out of you.”
I slumped back in my seat. That was never going to happen but having Dane in my ear was the last thing I needed.
Mr Denton was speaking to a student near the door and I willed him to hurry up. At least if he was lecturing us Dane had to shut up.
Dane switched tactics. “Imagine if Jack was acting weird with you and you knew I could help you. You would want me to, right?”
I rolled my eyes. He should stick to the bully boy tactics he was much better at it.
“Jack is always being weird and there is no possible situation in the world where you would be the one who knew what was going on.”
His scowl deepened. “Why are you being such a bitch?”
“Because you are driving me mad and now you’ve got us detention!” At the pathetic look on his face I sighed. “Dane, you don’t need to worry. Amy loves you.”
My phone vibrated in my bag before Dane could reply. It was my dad. I shot a look to Dane who was still glaring, his jaw clamped tight. The caller ID read Henry Walker. I stored my dad in my contacts under his pseudonym because if Clark Anderson showed up on my phone it would raise more than a few eyebrows in Burnt Oak considering everyone thought he was dead.
“Hi,” I said, keeping my eyes on Dane who was watching me curiously.
“Eliza?” his voice sounded like he was calling from the bottom of the ocean.
“Can you speak up? The line is really bad.”
There was some more crackling and then I made out a muffled, “Where are you?”
“At school. What’s the matter? What’s going on?”
“I need to see you.”
“Okay, well maybe I can come up at the weekend–”
“No. Can you meet me tonight?”
I frowned. The urgency in his voice made me nervous.
“Sure, we can sort something out.”
Re-entering the room Mr Denton made a spinning gesture with his finger signalling for me to wind up my call. I nodded.
“Sorry, I have to go.”
“I love you.” I heard over the crackle. My heart squeezed. We were still working on building our relationship and it meant so much to me when I heard him say that.
“I love you too,” I whispered.
My phone went dead. I really needed to sort out my upgrade because I had only charged it this morning.
Dane raised his eyebrow. “Who’s Henry?”
“None of your business,” I told him trying to power my phone back on. “Can I borrow your phone?”
“Why?”
“I need to phone Jack.”
“To tell him about Henry?” he said, smirking as I scowled at him.
He took out his phone and grunted. “It’s dead.”
My stomach sank.
Mr Denton who was fiddled with some papers then turned his attention to us.
“Right you two put your phones away.” With a huff I put my phone away before Denton decided to confiscate it.
“Do I need to remind either of you how important this year is?”
“No Sir,” we said in unison.
“Good. Now I don’t want you to be late for your next class so–Mr Matthews would you please sit down!”
As he spoke a dark shadow fell across the room. Dane, who had risen out of his chair, went to the window.
“Oh jeez, what is that?”
Mr Denton tapped some keys. “It’s not plugged in, it should be running on the battery.”
“Erm Sir? You really should see this.”
I joined him at the window and my hand flew to my mouth.
“Oh my God!”
Out of the window, covering the sky, a huge mass of smooth, seamless metal hovered above us blocking out the sunlight. Turning day to night.
A UFO.
They were here.
And they were no longer hiding.
The classroom lights flickered again. There was a buzz and they went out.
“They’re blocking our phone signals and now they’ve cut the power,” I whispered.
“Who?” Dane asked, his eyes filled with fear.
“The Greys.”
“What? Eliza, what are you talking about? How do you know about this?”
“Good Lord.” Mr Denton joined us at the window.
Fear coursed through my veins. “We need to get out of here.”

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