Thoughts on my current post-apocalyptic novel. Available May 2019 My paranoia began with the trump administration. Many Americans felt immediately in peril when that dangerous orange buffoon stole the election. I had heard the buzzword infrastructure, and warnings about how it was failing, but until the last few years, I wasn’t even sure what infrastructure really was. I thought it just meant roads and bridges. When I learned that it also included, most crucially, our utility/electrical grids, and then when there were reports that Russian hackers had infiltrated our grid and were just perched there, able to attack at any …Continue reading →
Juvie is done with detention centers, group homes and foster parents. Done with living life on someone else’s terms. At 15, she is perfectly capable of taking care of herself. Not a very high bar, considering the trail of inept adults in her wake. When the last foster father steps over a big red line, she does what she has to do, and with a cumbersome suitcase, Juvie takes to the road…and to the trees. The woods, she believes, will be her salvation. She is sure of it. With only a few stolen items to aid her survival, she starts …Continue reading →
Juvie is done with detention centers, group homes and foster parents. Done with living life on someone else’s terms. At 15, she is perfectly capable of taking care of herself. Not a very high bar, considering the trail of inept adults in her wake. When the last foster father steps over a big red line, she does what she has to do, and with a cumbersome suitcase, Juvie takes to the road…and to the trees. The woods, she believes, will be her salvation. She is sure of it. With only a few stolen items to aid her survival, she starts …Continue reading →
Sometimes the best decisions are the ones we make when we have no choice. “Kudos to Ms. Baeli! This story is fantastic. Talk about covering some ground (or space) in a short book–this is a prime example of brilliant writing.” “I remembered the history lessons my grandmother gave me, passed down from her mother, and her mother’s mother. How it used to be perfectly acceptable for two of the same gender to mate. All it took was the apathy of the people, and one fascist regime—one started by a man named P. Murt D’lanod—taking over the governing bodies, and all …Continue reading →
“…you are in for a fantastic journey with colorful characters. Worth every dime spent and so very enjoyable. Kelli Jae Baeli is a brilliant author. “ “This is a fast-paced very enjoyable mystery/thriller … The story and the two main characters are well done, fleshed out and credible.” Wayne Spiceland rated it it was amazing · review of another edition I read the first of Baeli’s AKA Investigations series almost two years ago, which was before I did much at all in the way of reviewing. I’m currently a bit over halfway through Book 3, which naturally brought to mind Book 1, and …Continue reading →
5.0 out of 5 stars Strong Amusing Story June 1, 2018 What a fun read. The characters are fresh and interesting. The story goes places that you wouldn’t believe, being both dramatic and amusing. This is an excellent read, and I did so in one sitting. Into every life a little rain must fall. Sometimes it’s a sprinkle, and sometimes it’s a deluge. This is the wetter one. Drew Keen is not a People-person. No surprise, she’s lived in the Northwoods for the last decade, living simply and working freelance photography jobs for National Geographic. Finally, the loneliness persuades her to …Continue reading →
Fuckering! Story Book had no idea how to pilot a transport ship. The narratives on her reader never taught her such things. But here she was, waking up on one. The trajectory from Pangea to the prison planet, Sintori-5, would have spelled her doom, had the ship not met with some mysterious mishap. She’s alone, except for another surprising prisoner Story finds in the only other remaining suspension pod. She has some decisions to make. Does she rouse the Cephalosapien from the sleep pod? Does she abandon all hope? Maybe just engage in tentacle sex until the food is gone? …Continue reading →
(Northwoods Trilogy #2) Indie authors Jade Winslow and Petra Davis threw caution to the wind to be together. But now caution is called for when a dark figure from Jade’s past comes calling with murder on her mind. Set against the backdrop of spring in the Northwoods of Minocqua, Wisconsin, Jade and Petra align with Gina, a recent victim of Ruth Harp, and Detective Erin Samorske ferrets out the true history of the femme fatale, who is much more dangerous that Jade ever realized. EXCERPT: Snap this Bitch in Half The place was cleaner than last time she’d …Continue reading →
Excerpt: His eyes fell to the package on the floor of the culvert, his voice echoing in the concrete tunnel. “What have you done?” Roman hissed. “What you won’t.” Roman squinted at his sister. “Again, I thought we were supposed to be sharing the helm.” She shoved her hands in the pockets of her patchwork leather coat. “That ship has sailed.” Flippant as always. “So is this your version of a coup? Shall I graciously step down and leave you to your own devices?” “Probably wise.” “Rayna!” he scolded. “You’re not suited to leadership, dear brother. Your spine is …Continue reading →
“It was hard to focus on what she said. The blood. It was just everywhere. All over her. All over the floor in the hallway….” EXCERPTS: It was hard to focus on what she said. The blood. It was just everywhere. All over her. All over the floor in the hallway. Chloe was talking. I heard other voices. Heard the Coke machine. The rifling of papers at the nurse’s station. A distant siren. My eyes on the blood. But Chloe. I couldn’t hear Chloe. “What? What?” I said, blinking my way back to her eyes. Chloe still clutched her …Continue reading →
EXCERPT A buzzing in my head brought me awake. I blinked at the glass a few inches over my face. Ceiling tiles, a florescent light fixture beyond the transparent barrier. I placed both palms on the canopy, feeling a little like I was in a coffin. Pushing on it, I heard another sound like airbrakes again, and the canopy folded back, as if I was emerging from the cockpit of an F16. I sat up. At the foot of the tube, sat Ethan Pritchard. He looked just like the photo on the back of his book. Scruffy salt …Continue reading →
