I'd like to thank Holly @ FMB Book Tours for giving my the opportunity to participate in the THE LAST DEGREE blog tour.
Series: Book #1
Author: Dina Rae
Book Description
The
Last Degree is a fictionalized account of how Freemasons and other secret societies
set up the world for takeover. Ancient writings foretell a ‘Shining One’ who
emerges as the world’s prophet. A murder of a Most Worshipful mason resembles a
secret oath. A cop gets too close to solving the crime. Paranoid preppers go
underground, preparing for war.
Headlines
such as the Norway
massacre, meltdown of the European Union, unscrupulous media, animal die-offs,
Middle Eastern unrest, and U.S.
shrinking power make the plot relevant to present day. This book is an ode to
Christians, Birthers, 2012ers, Truthers, preppers, and/or other conspiracy
junkies who enjoy Dan Brown, Jesse Ventura, Brad Meltzer, Alex Jones, Jerry
Jenkins and Tim LaHaye.
The Last Degree will be FREE Sept. 27th – 28th!
About this Author:
Dina Rae is a new author here to stay. As a former teacher, she brings an academic
element to her work. Her two novels,
Halo of the Damned and The Last Degree, weave research and suspense throughout
the plots. Her short story, Be Paranoid
Be Prepared, is a prequel of sorts to The Last Degree, focusing on the James
Martin character. Dina also freelances
for various entertainment blogs.
Dina
lives with her husband, two daughters, and two dogs outside of Chicago.
She is a Christian, an avid tennis player, movie buff, and
self-proclaimed expert on several conspiracy theories. When she is not writing, she is reading
novels from her favorite authors Dan Brown, Anne Rice, Stephen King, Brad Thor,
George R.R. Martin, and Preston & Childs.
Excerpt:
There was only one card left to play. Jane just had a baby. If not properly healed and rested, she might
hemorrhage. She was also alone and
without a place to go. Helpless, she
felt doomed.
Jane never felt a connection to God. In her hour of need, a prayer couldn't hurt.
God, forgive me for my lack of faith and all of my
misgivings. I've been a lousy Christian,
if ever really a Christian at all. I
hate to be one who only calls out to You when there's a problem, yet here I
am. And God, I'm calling out as loud as
I can. I need help. Guide me, help me, show me a way out.
Amen. After she
finished, she began to weep. The same
nurse who sensed her fear of Nathan entered the room.
“I hate to bother you.
You look miserable, but your mother is here. Do you want me to bring her in your
room? Do you want me to tell her you are
unavailable?” the nurse whispered.
Jane wiped her bloodshot eyes. “Please bring her in here.”
Jane wondered how her mother even knew where she was. They hadn't spoken in months.
Her mother, Marion, walked in with a stuffed bear, a balloon
bouquet, and a bottle of champagne.
Reeking of cigarettes and gin, her brown eyes were glassy and full of
veins. Her aquiline nose was forming
ruddy cauliflower-like compounds on her crimson face from decades of heavy
drinking. Despite her condition, she was
dressed to the nines in a pretty, floral-patterned sundress and low heels. She wore light makeup and had her dyed red
hair professionally styled and teased.
“Congratulations!” Marion
bellowed as she leaned in to kiss Jane and gaze at the newborn boy. Almost losing her balance, Marion wobbled into the nearest chair.
Jane could not have been happier to see her. Tears of despair changed to gratitude. She and Marion never were close. With all of the mistakes her mother had made,
Jane learned not to rely on her for anything.
Their mother-daughter bond was destroyed when Jane was just
a toddler. Although
Marion
gave her plenty of reasons to sever all ties, she held no resentments.
She and her mother shared a connection, a bond. All they had was each other.
“We need to celebrate!
Today's a happy day! You are a
mother! And hopefully a better one than
I was!” Marion reached for the empty coffee cups on
the nightstand. Popping the champagne
cork, she poured and announced, “And now, a toast to what’s-his-name?”
Jane couldn't help but laugh as she guzzled her drink. “Since he still doesn't have a name, I guess
what's-his-name will work.” She motioned
for a refill.
Alcohol would dull the harsh sting of reality.
“Mom, how did you know I was here?” Jane demanded.
GIVEAWAY:
Thanks for having me as your guest! Dina Rae
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