Wyrd Justice- Weekends in Dystopia
Introducing a SHTF story with a new kind of  
heroine- a little bolder than my usual character, a
little wyrder and a lot more sexy. And the story
line is a little more edgy and more readily points
pointy fingers at the actual perpetrators of our
societal collapse.

Spoiler alert- it ain't the fault of the 'gun-grabbing
godless libtards'. I know. Shocking. Unless
you're not deluded in the first place.

"Butch lowered the Estwing, and turned
around slowly- holding his breath as though
afraid she’d be gone…just a figment of his
And yet, there she was- even more beautiful
than her reflection. Butch cleared his throat,
raised one eyebrow nonchalantly while his
eyes played over her from top to bottom and
back again…slowly and appreciatively.
Her hair wasn’t so much a color as an aurora
of copper and bronze and gold; it moved on its
own in undulating waves of sensuality. Brown
eyes flecked with green nestled on either side
of a seriously straight yet dainty nose and over
full soft lips that were devoid of artificial color
or moisture, yet pulsed with sexuality. Butch
wanted those lips- wanted to feel them slowly
exploring every inch of his body and his jeans
were suddenly too tight for him.
She was outstandingly fit and muscular, yet
soft and supple and just a few inches shorter
than he was. Her kid leather vest laced just to
the top of her lace camisole. Breasts rising
and falling with her slow steady breathing
showed only a dew of perspiration; just enough
to intensify and carry her scent of leather, and
sunshine, and Black Orchid to him where it
wafted up into his sinuses and took root in his
brain- where he’d never forget it.
Her jeans were cut low and there was just an
inch of perfect flesh between the bottom of the
vest and the top of the faded and form-fitting
Her feet were bare; her toenails polished blood
red in direct contrast to her fingernails, which
were as unadorned as her lips- on her ring
finger of her right hand was a band of silver set
with a single moonstone. She wore no other
He was accustomed to being met with
blushing breathlessness or offended surprise
after his predatory inventories, and was taken
slightly aback to lift his eyes and meet her
unwavering and slightly amused gaze.
Their eyes locked for one earth-shattering
second and then she was gone."
What people are saying about "Wyrd Justice-
Weekends in Dystopia"-

"An interesting glimpse taken into a dystopian
society. Butch finally finds a woman, Fate, that he
finds delightful (putting it mildly).
"BRAD" stands for "Builders Reconstructing the
American Dream". It is a group that secretly
meets to help those that need carpentry and
other projects done.
This one will make you think about the possibility
of this happening in the future.
Highly recommended."- Amazon reader

"Once I found the rhythm of this fascinating book,
I thoroughly enjoyed this twisty turny book. It's
thought provoking, funny and timely. Don't forget
the duck!"- Kindle reader

"Hard to put down! Funny and thought provoking
and sexy and frightening all at once. Very
unexpected twist after twist up to the very end!
Loved it!"- Kindle reader
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