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 BlurbRourke has a secret… or three. First, he’s working as a double agent. After he sneaks into the criminal organization that is out to destroy the government, he wins over the well-known AK47. She’s one of the most gifted members of the ban of outlaws known as The Originals. AK47 is working with the new head of The Originals, Weber. That’s secret number two. Weber is Rourke’s older half-brother and the man Rourke is planning to kill. Rourke has one more secret. He’s in love with AK47. And if she finds out that he plans to kill her boss, there is a good chance she’ll never love him back. Andi is on a mission. Andi, who is known only by the code name AK47, wants to get as close to the head of The Originals as possible. She wants to be Weber’s second-in-command. If she does all the jobs she has been assigned, eventually, Andi will know every criminal activity happening. Andi will do anything to be at the top of this gang, even if that means becoming friends with Rourke, Weber’s shady younger brother. He’s a sly devil, but she can handle him. AK47 is untouchable. She just needs to make sure she doesn’t fall in love. Book Cover Inside ScoopThe chronological order for this series that *also* has a spin-off series looks like this: I say "spin-off" series because it's the same dystopian world, in a linear timeline in which you get to see the progression of the families, and the organizations fighting for control, but the ones with time titles are m/f relationships. All the others are a mixed bag. There's menage, gay, lesbian... you know, GLBT. If the thought of menage, same sex relationships and other out of the normal types of love stories like that spook you─stay with the numbers: 1:05 A.M. 2:05 A.M. 3:05 A.M. You won't miss much from a plot point of view if you don't read the spin-offs. The authors are careful to keep people in the loop if you skip a book. New characters will be introduced and you'll be able to pick up right along with the rest of the crowd. But if you are interested in and believe love is love no matter the sex, or if you're into menage of all types, or think relationships are what they are, then read both the numbers and the "Off-the-Rails" Ice Era Chronicles. Basically, you would read them all in order of book number. If this still doesn't make sense, send Connor & Monica an email. They can explain!  My Review The third installment of the Ice Era Chronicles is technically the sixth book with the intertwining series Off-the-Rails. (Check above for the Inside Scoop for more information) And another great book to add, I must say! C.M.Moore both had me at the first line and also "had me" at the first line! In which readers will know what I'm talking about once the twist is revealed. Well loved side characters are woven into the foreground of this story, revealing more intricate lines of this ice world tapestry. All the favorites are there! Unlike in 1:05 a.m. where an assassin takes a job to save her brother, in 3:05 a.m. a non-assassin-assassin is stretched to his limits trying to kill his brother. (Hint: this book is just as thrilling!) We're still in the time of Gears, Rey and Karma, but the original Davis family is getting older. This book we deal with their grandchildren fighting for resources and a planetary cure. As the plan for the Ice Era Chronicles is 12 books, I'm sure we'll see decedents of decedents as the series grows. I'm looking forward to more books! My only complaint is they don't come fast enough!  I Would Recommend This Book to Fans of:Steampunk Apocalyptic Dystopian Sci-Fy End-of-the-World Fiction Ice Worlds HEA Standalone  TeaserExcerpt of 3:05 a.m. (Ice Era Chronicle), Book 3 © C.M.Moore 2019  *Chapter 3*Rourke had the idea that someone else was in the room. As consciousness gradually returned, he reached for his other four senses that actually functioned properly. He listened to the rustle of fabric and the swish of water. The tang of blood from the punches tasted of copper across his tongue. Inhaling, he caught… raspberries? His skin was currently numb, so he couldn’t place if he was still on the hard deck of the ship. “Son-of-a-bush-wookie.” The fight on the ship rushed back to him. Rourke recalled dawning a thermal wetsuit to sneak onto The Original’s cruise liner. He hadn’t found anyone who would take him out to the ship. In desperation, Rourke stole a tiny boat and swam to The Carnival. Rourke struggled to wrench open his eyes. If he remembered correctly, three huge Original members jumped him. They were probably mangling what’s left of his body. Finally, when his eyes became slits, light from a bright table lamp gave him a headache. He swung his gaze to the other side of the bed. His view landed on the most beautiful woman Rourke had ever seen. Her blonde curls were piled on top of her head in a messy bun that begged to be messed up even more. She leaned over him and poked his ribs. His breath hitched. The tip of her nipples played peekaboo over a tight hot-pink corset wrapped around her curvy frame. The freckles on her shoulders invited him to enjoy a game of connect-the-dots. If it weren’t for this numb skin, he would’ve gotten hard in a second. Rourke closed his eyes. This must be a dream. When he pulled his arm to rub the sleep from his eyes, his wrist jerked. His eyes flew to the headboard of the bed. Thick ropes secured his wrists and his ankles. The rope isn’t a dream. “Where am I?” Rourke studied the top of the stranger’s head. “My bedroom.” Rourke angled his head when the mystery woman didn’t look at him. She rubbed a gauze pad along his side and wiped her pink plastic gloves on a towel. “Classic, baby. I like the idea of being tied to your bed but shouldn’t we establish a safe word?” “I tied you so you wouldn’t thrash while I took care of the cut along your rib.” A smirk kicked up the side of her face. “This might hurt, but if you touch me, you’ll wish you were dead.” Hurt? Rourke had no sensations. His eyes tracked her hands to the cut she mentioned. He doubted he would wish for death if those long slim delicate fingers slid over his chest. It didn’t bother him overly much that his skin didn’t work, but this time, missing her hands on his flesh did irritate him. She wiped blood off the surgical gloves a second time. A needle flashed in the light before it disappeared into his body. He tipped his head again to get a better look at the way she stitched the sliced flesh. As Rourke watched her sewing the ragged knife wound along his ribs, he tried to get her to raise her eyes to him. Those eyes might be green. She chewed gum and then blew a bubble. Rourke chuckled. There was something hilarious about this. A beautiful blonde stitched closed a cut on his body and chewed gum while he was tied to a bed. Classic.  Buy LinksAuthor Bio C.M. Moore was raised with a combination of military and Catholic values. He didn’t do a lot of writing as a kid. He did, however, master the art of sarcastic guilt trips. After grumbling and whining his way through the “hardest” part of his life (high school), he joined the Army. The grumbling and whining stopped immediately. Uncle Sam was not accepting of those antics, and instead, the military nurtured his core values and solidified the sarcastic traits. He also had to write reports, which were not allowed to be sarcastic. Connor served his country on three separate tours. His first tour was like a six-month spring break in England. Easy duties requiring minor brain synopsis; his kind of work. His following tour to Iraq tested his metal, and proved to his wife, who had previously served overseas, that he could survive it too. His third and final tour to Afghanistan rocked his world. In Afghanistan, Connor was tasked to a Route Clearance Platoon, where he cleared routes of roadside bombs. The job was pure boredom interjected with moments of sheer terror. Connor is attributed with five finds, and nine strikes to his vehicle over a one year period. He finished his tour and came home with several new medals upon his chest. A Purple Heart being one of them. Connor has several injuries which limit his mobility and his career options. He has a Traumatic Brain Injury and other physical issues. He now volunteers with veteran organizations and helps with a small bookstore his wife and he built. After Connor had returned to civilian life, he took a few writing courses which inspired him to put pen to paper. He’s not sure why that metaphor is still in use when everything is done on the computer. Connor believes it should be, give your fingers hours of cramped exhaustion. Years of watching his wife devour romances caused him to want to write a book she would want to read. With the support of family and friends, Connor began writing his first book with his wife, Monica. There were many, many copies that ended up under his bed until now. The final draft of his romance 1:05 a.m. follows an assassin trying to get out of the game, and a base security officer who is looking for the same peace of mind. This book is a sexy love story in a world covered in ice and snow. His home in Minnesota gives him plenty of inspiration. When Connor can step away from his finger exercise on the keyboard. He is a stay at home husband and father. He helps his two daughters with their homework (yet he distinctly remembers graduating from homework) and aids his wife with their bookstore. He also enjoys hunting and fishing near his home in central Minnesota, and his hobbies are building projects and growing a white trashy beard. If you wish to contact him, he loves to talk to his fans. Send him a message at [email protected]. Find C.M.Moore on Social Media Comments are closed.
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