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TITLE – Broken City

SERIES – Broken City

AUTHOR – D.D. Chant

GENRE – Post Apocalyptic/Dystopia/Romance

PUBLICATION DATE – 2011

LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 97,187

PUBLISHER – Self Published

COVER ARTIST – Laura Tunstall

Deeta Richards has never seen the outside world. Before she was born a banking crisis brought civilization to an end and now no one leaves the safety of the compounds unless they need to, but Deeta still dreams of seeing more than the building she was born in.

Tom is in the guard, this group are the only people that the tribal elders allow to leave the compound and Tom knows only too well that Deeta could never survive the harshness that exists outside. Then tragedy strikes and Deeta and her Sister Jan find themselves captured by a hostile tribe. Why does Tom know so much about these people? And why do they know so much about him? As this mystery draws to a climax, they discover that their friend Tom is not quite what he seems.....

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TITLE – Broken Truce

SERIES – Broken City

AUTHOR – D.D. Chant

GENRE – Post Apocalyptic/Dystopia/Romance

PUBLICATION DATE – 2014

LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 94,403

PUBLISHER – Self Published

COVER ARTIST – Kate Lacey

Life isn’t turning out the way Deeta thought it would. With the Lewises defeated and peace between the tribes, she’d believed that the dark times were in the past.

However, troubles between the tribe continue and the Andak council has selected Tom as ambassador and chief spokesmen to the other tribes.

Deeta knows that there is still much resentment against the Andak, that Tom is in danger every time he leaves the safety of Andak city.

Struggling with her own her own complicated feelings against the tribe that she is now a part of, Deeta tries to ignore the changing attitudes growing within her.

Then Tom is betrayed and with the whole City thrown in to great danger, Deeta finds that reality can’t be ignored forever…

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Hi everyone!
My name is Dee Dee, I’m twenty six and I live in a beautiful part of Devon, England with my family. I have a younger sister, Amy who is a brilliant guitar player, some chickens, duck, geese, pheasants, a cat (that adopted us when we moved in!!!) and some Koi.

Broken City is actually my second novel. My first, as my Aunt so delicately put it, was crazy. In my defence I was only sixteen when I wrote it. On the plus side I learnt a lot (or so I hope) and two years later ‘Broken City’ was finished. Due to the support I have received from readers I have just finished the next book in the Broken City series, Broken Truce!

I have another book, ‘The Promise’, which is set in Saxon England is the beginning of a series. I’ve just begun to edit the next book and I’m really looking forward to releasing it.
My third series is called The Chronicles of Discord. The first book, 'Fracture', is set in the distant future and tells the story of Astra, a young woman with a very big secret.

I have just finished the second book in the series and it’s currently awaiting editing.
I really hope you enjoy reading my books as much as I enjoy writing them.

I love reading and have a kindle: I read almost anything with adventure and romance in it! I also like to cook and wear impractical high heels!!! And as you might have noticed I have a horrible addiction to exclamation marks!!!

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Excerpt #2 Broken Truce

The keys jangle in the lock and the soldier pulls the door open, his grin displaying gaps where his two front teeth should have been.

"Well come on, stop hiding in the shadows, no need to be scared of me."

Tom doesn't answer him but walks past him and in to the room beyond. Presented with Tom's back the soldier seems to lose what little sense he has, he launches himself at Tom. Tom twists away from him, catching his collar as he passes and ramming him in to the opposite wall.

A dull crack fills the room as the soldier's head connects with stone work, he collapses, sinking to his knees and groaning. With a sharp expletive, the second soldier comes at Tom slowly, very cautiously.

They circle each other [measuring], looking for weaknesses, for an opening. This soldier is younger than the first, not so beefy, but still strong. He holds back, studying Tom even as Tom studies him.

He's better trained, Tom [realizes], not the mindless thug that usually passed for a Lewis soldier. This man had been taught caution, to think three moves ahead of his opponent. This man was dangerous, but he used his brain, so maybe there was a chance that he could be reasoned with.

"We don't have to do this." Tom holds his hands up, palms outward. "I'll go back into my cell and we can forget this happened."

The soldier smiles menacingly.

"You'd love that, wouldn't you; to get your own way here, just like you do in the City."

His left hand falls to his waist and he pulls free a six inch long blade. One edge is curved down into a point, the other carved into jagged notches that gleam in the artificial light. Tom's face loses all expression, his hands curl into fists and he raises them slightly.

"You shouldn't have done that."

"What's wrong?" spits the soldier tauntingly. "Are you scared?"

Tom's eyes never waver from the face, filled with fury, before him.

"You fight with fists the worst you're going to get is some bruises, maybe a few broken bones, but you had to go and pull a knife. One of us is going to end this bleeding." Tom's voice drops, his tone blank. "It won't be me."

The soldier laughs, an angry, mocking sound.

"Arrogant son of a..."

Before the soldier can say another word, Tom's fist crashes into his mouth silencing him abruptly. He staggers back, eyes dilated in shock.

"If you want to make it out of this fight alive, I suggest you leave my mother out of this."

"You crazy bas..."

Tom's eyes snap coldly.

"I mean it; you'll leave my mother out of this if you want to continue breathing."

With a quick thrust, the soldier slashes his knife through the air. Tom jerks back and pivots, catching hold of his knife arm. They sway together dangerously, crashing into chairs and the table.

It isn't a pretty fight, there's no time to do anything but react, and more than once Tom finds himself deflecting the blade at the last possible second. They struggle together a little longer, beginning to pant as their exertion slows them down a little.

Tom reflect grimly that if he wasn't being so careful about hurting the guy, he would have finished him already. He couldn't cause the brute too much damage, it would only mean more trouble in the long run, more of these pointless, posturing fights.

Tom knew if he gave in to his desire to have it over and done with quickly, it would become a point of [honor], and the rest of the soldiers would consider it their duty to grind the prisoner into the ground. That was the last [thing] he needed, he had enough to worry about without taking gladiatorial events in to account. Ned's voice interrupted his thoughts, calling out a frantic warning and Tom turned just in time to see the first [soldier], recovered from his close inspection of the wall, baring down on him with a chair [leveled] at his head. Tom has not time to avoid the blow, but raises his arm slightly to deflect it from his head to his right shoulder. The force sends him reeling backward, clutching at this arm. The first soldier stands, the chair now a splintered wreck in his hands, and glares Ned.

"You warned him." His voice is filled with shock.

Ned's eyes widened in fear, and his mouth opens and [closes] a few times without any sound coming out.

"What's wrong with you, shrimp?" The furious soldier advances on the boy slowly. "Forgotten whose side you're on, have you?"

Ned backed away nervously, his hands rising in a pleading gesture.

"C-captain Max said..."

"Captain Max said," mimics the soldier. "Take a look around you, shrimp: Captain Max isn't here." He makes a lunge for the boy, catching him by the collar, but Ned manages to twist away. He skids across the floor to stand beside Tom, his retreat only making the two soldiers angrier. With a deft flick of his wrist, the second soldier throws his knife and Ned closes his eyes, bracing himself for the pain of impact.

The moments pass and the boy [pries] one eye open.

Tom's arm is stretched out in front of him, on a level with Ned's throat. The knife is buried deep in his forearm, blood beginning to ooze from wound to drip on the floor. The room is silent, Ned's horrified gaze transfers from the gruesome sight of the blade protruding from Tom's arm, to Tom's white face and icy expression. He coldly appraises the men before him, and the two soldiers expressions fill with horror and fear.

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