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Stuck between the inner and outer door was a lonely place to be. I flicked a glance at the semi-automatic in my hand before tucking it into the deep pocket of my coat. It was old and had a tendency to jam, which meant I had a fifty-fifty chance that it would be of any use. That said, I had no desire to be in a situation where I needed to use it. If it came down to killing, or even wounding someone, I prayed that my self-preservation instinct kicked in. Compassion had no place in the post-apocalyptic world.

Still, how a person handled fear was not something you knew, not until you were called upon to face it, and by then, it was far too late. 

The one-minute warning flashed on the door panel, and my adrenalin kicked in. I wasn’t supposed to be out here, and the wrongness was like an over-sized raincoat that no amount of belt-tightening could make fit. 

“Are you sure you’re okay with this, Ava?” Lornie had asked. I blinked, driving the memory away. We needed medical supplies. But the combats had been cut off, leaving our community in an unusual situation of needing to fend for itself. Their message had been garbled due to interference, but it was clear something had kicked off. It happened from time to time; the natural ebbs and flows of power and ownership of the surrounding districts were nothing new. The fact remained that the combats would not be returning for several days, possibly weeks.

I was the best of the remaining residents, which wasn’t saying much. 

My past life—the one I had been born to—was long gone. My parents were wealthy, and my life a coveted one. They had aspirations for me; I had plenty myself.

That once joyous future had died along with them. 

The harsh reality of anarchy was that it cared little for who you once were. The good, the bad, the rich, and the poor held no context in the bounds of chaos. I had watched mothers fight over food in those dark days following the collapse. They might have been friends once in the old world, but not anymore. The need to survive ripped everything else away, considerations, respect, even love, they held no sway when your baby was so hungry it had barely the energy to cry. 

Things were better now—a little.

The ten-second count sent a spike to my heart-rate. The belief that I could do this and the determination that I must surely die went to war inside my head.

The hiss of the outer door opening dropped the entire self-discussion because it was now very pointless.

A strange calm replaced the panic. It was dark, and the air felt sharp and cold. It had been so long since I’d felt air on my face and in my lungs, real air, not the processed, filtered stuff inside, that I was cast back to my childhood, and the garden at my home. The memory was so vivid I could almost feel the springy grass beneath my bare toes and smell the sweet scent of honeysuckle from the bush growing along the old stone wall enclosing the sunny courtyard. 

The stench of diesel drifted on the air, thrusting me back to the present with an unpleasant jolt. 

I stepped outside and turned to watch the steel outer-door close behind me, sealing access. Separation became a crushing weight. I was here now, on the streets, and I would not be going back until I had gotten what was needed.

A deep breath helped as I surveyed the immediate area. It was wet, and although it wasn’t raining now, the air held moisture like it could turn at any moment. There was no one nearby; the surveillance before leaving had indicated this, but it could change, and like the weather, it could change at any moment. 

I knew the route by memory, and with a final lingering glance at that sealed door, I headed off.

Excerpt, Owned: A Post-apocalyptic romance © L.V. Lane

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If you enjoyed Prey, you will be pleased to know I've been busy working on the second book for Priya.

Pre-order will be available soon...Here is a little teaser :)

On parting ways with Margot, I round the corner…and collide with a moving wall.


All the air leaves my lungs, and I stagger backward a step before landing on my ass.

I look up, a long way up, where I lock eyes with Brook. Another equally impressive lad stands to his right, his older brother, Caden.

They are both Alphas, both being trained personally by Hawthorn, the stern captain of our household guard. Caden’s hair is a sun-kissed brown that curls where it meets his forehead and collar—Brook’s is a shade darker. They have even, pleasing features, and Margot isn’t the only young miss who turns beet-red if either lad so much as glances their way.

I’ve seen my mother's maid Giselle giving both of them the come-hither smirk…A scowl furrows my brow as I blink up at them. “What are pig farmers doing in this part of the castle?” I demand waspishly. They are no longer pig farmers, but they were once pig farmers, and Giselle's mischief earlier has put me in a poor mood.

Ignoring my question, Brook turns to his older brother for direction. “Should I help her up?”

Caden shakes his head. “Nah, haughty brat will dob us in for touching her prissy ass. I’m not getting a whipping because she can’t look where she’s going.”

“Good point,” Brook agrees.

Without further ado, they step around me and continue along the corridor, falling into a conversation about an upcoming patrol.

Excerpt, Prize © L.V. Lane

It was a big decision to take Predictive out of Kindle Unlimited and make it available through a wider number of stores. I'm delighted by the reception it's had from readers!

Thanks so much everyone who bought and enjoyed Predictive, and for helping to make this an international bestseller.

I'm happy to report that I will now be pulling Book 2 out of cold storage and getting it ready for publication!


What readers are saying

Possibly one of the best science fiction books I think I have ever read and I was raised on the H.G. Wells, Robert Heinlen, Issac Asimov and the rest. I have that least 60 years of reading under my belt so I feel that when I say this writer is great it's not to be dismissed. ~Amazon reviewer ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

This is among the top 10 books I’ve read this year of a hundred sci-fi and fantasy novels. ~Amazon reviewer ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I would give this book ten stars if I could. The best I have read in 8 years. ~Amazon reviewer ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️


I've been astounded and humbled by Prey's reception, which was launched on the 1st of August. Writing in a fantasy setting felt a lot like I was going against the tide of popular books.

I had so much fun writing it . . . especially Nate and his pig-wrangling antics!

A huge thank you to all the wonderful readers for making this an international bestseller.

I'm already working on Book 2 in this series, which will follow the story of Priya. I've just hit the 50% mark in the draft, and the plot and characters are shaping up nicely.

There will be a few surprises along the way! I can't wait to share :)


What readers are saying

I absolutely loved this story. Couldn’t put it down. A fresh take in the omegaverse by adding the RH twist but this was so much more than that. Fantastic world building, witty dialogue and plenty of action. Throw in chemistry test might just melt your kindle and I was one happy reader! ~Amazon reviewer ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Dark and delicious: As usual, L.V Lane absolutely delivers on this new RH omegaverse featuring 4 alphas (one of which is an alpha wolf shifter) and their stubborn omega prey. ~Amazon reviewer ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

A hot and spicy read: The characters fit well together and have sizzling chemistry. The story flows well, it will keep you interested all the way through. ~Amazon reviewer ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

L.V. Lane created an amazing cast of alphas, starting with the dominant first alpha Silas and ending with my favorite half wolf shifter Nate whose antics kept me thoroughly entertained. ~Amazon reviewer ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

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