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Jeffrey Wilson - Donors

JournalStone Publishing is pleased to announce the release of Jeffrey Wilson’s new supernatural medical thriller THE DONORS on June 29th. Together with the publisher, Jeffrey Wilson will be giving away two signed copies of the book. To enter the giveaway, simply send an email with CONTEST in the subject line, and a sentence or two about why you would like to read the book, to [email protected] by July 31st. Winners will be selected by random drawing on August 1st.

Summary:

A powerful and evil force is at work in the hospital where little Nathan is recovering from injuries at the hands of his mother’s abusive ex-boyfriend. Demonic looking men with pale faces and glowing eyes lurk in the shadows and, worse, it appears someone is harvesting skin and organs from living-and awake-donors against their will. In his dreams, Nathan can see these demons in their true form-evil creatures who feed on the fear and hatred they create in their victims. Nathan’s only ally is the young doctor who cares for him. Bound together by their shared legacy of abuse, they also seem to share the ability to see the creatures for what they are. Together they must find a way to destroy the demons before their own loved ones become the next victims.
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Calling Home
By Jeffrey Wilson

Science Fiction War Story

It wasn’t the heat this time; it was the friggin’ sand. Those first couple of weeks the heat bothered him the most- no question. This place felt less than a mile from the sun.

Dry heat my ass!

On that first day only eleven weeks ago, John had stepped through the door of the C-17 transport plane and sucked in his first breath of desert air.

Sweet mother of god! My throat is going to burst into flames.

But he had adapted since then: now he barely even noticed the constant film of sweat that painted his body, trickling from his head to between his toes inside damp boots. Now it was the sand- everywhere, all the time. Nothing escaped the fine layer of grit, not even the lining of his lungs. Brushing his teeth had a disgustingly grainy feel and no amount of swishing with sandy water made it better. At meals, an audible crunch! crunch! accompanied every bite. At night a fine layer of sand invaded his rack and sheets, sticking to his skin. Yeah, definitely what sucked was the sand.

John worked at the far end of the tent city compound in the Fleet surgical hospital. The work came in spurts- long dull days when his surgical team received no wounded Marines, punctuated by the hysteria of hours and hours of mass casualties. It was nothing like medical school or surgery residency. They hadn’t prepared him for this place. But he felt proud of his team. Here, he made a difference.