The Remnant- Blog Tour and Giveaway

Author William Michael Davidson is on tour with MC Book Tours featuring his new novel, THE REMNANT, being released Feb. 7 by Dancing Lemur Press L.L.C.

You can follow Davidson’s tour schedule HERE for reviews, excerpts, interviews, features, and a chance to win a copy of his book.
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THE REMNANT
◊by William Michael Davidson
◊Release date: February 7, 2017
◊Science Fiction / Christian Futuristic Fiction

One nation, without God...
Colton Pierce apprehends Abberants—those who display symptoms of faith—and quarantines them on a remote island to ensure public safety.  Years prior, the government released a genetically-engineered super flu that destroyed the genes believed to be the biological source of spiritual experience in an effort to rid the world of terrorism. As an extractor with the Center for Theological Control, Colton is dedicated to the cause.
  But Colton's steadfast commitment is challenged when he learns his own son has been targeted for extraction. An underground militia, the Remnant, agrees to help Colton save his son in exchange for his assistance with their plan to free the Aberrants on the island.
  Colton is faced with the most important decision of his life. Remain faithful to the CTC? Or give up everything to save his son?

THE REMNANT is available to order in eBook form at the following sites:
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
Kobo
iTunes


The print format of the book is available at these sites:
Amazon 
Barnes & Noble
Chapters-Indigo
Book Depository
Foyles
Mediander
Fiction DB


Be sure to add THE REMNANT to your bookshelf on Goodreads.

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​Colton Pierce watched the interrogation from behind the window. Josh Mosley was about to confess, and if this didn’t take long, Colton would be able to make it to the department’s annual fundraising event that evening. He loved watching these confessions and wanted to hear Mosley say it. Something about confessions always made for a good night’s sleep.
He watched Tracy Grover, interrogation specialist and long-time colleague, do what she did best: drill the subject relentlessly and from every angle until there was a genuine, honest confession. From there, she could get what she really wanted: more information. Colton watched silently from behind the observation window, which looked like a mirror inside the interrogation room, and checked his phone: 4:23 p.m.
Still time, he thought.
“Now, Josh,” Tracy Grover said, folding her hands together in her lap. She glared at him sternly, like a principal addressing a problem child who had been marched into her office. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a tight pony tail, and her slender cheeks, which just a moment before looked flushed, now appeared suddenly pale. “We technically don’t need your confession. You know that, right? A judge has already deemed you guilty. You’re already in our custody. But by confessing, you’ll be starting with the truth, and from there, we’re hoping you can give us more information. Perhaps there are others you know who may have done what you did? Birds of a feather, right? This is all pretty standard questioning, and you understand the gravity of what you’ve been telling me, but we need to finish this conversation. You understand how serious this is, don’t you?”
Josh nodded.
“And you understand why you’ve been brought here? We take these actions very seriously.”
“I know,” he said. The guy looked like a nervous wreck.
“We’re going to have to walk through this step by step,” Tracy said. She reached over to the table beside her chair, picked up her tablet, and began to tap away at the illuminated screen. “I need to know exactly what happened.”
“Can’t I have a lawyer?”
“A lawyer?” Tracy smirked. “What year do you think you live in? And you’ve already been found guilty, remember? A lawyer doesn’t apply to situations like this anyway. That law changed decades ago. Now, let’s get back to the matter at hand. I need to know exactly what happened.”
“Are you sure we need to go there?” Josh asked. “I never meant to do anything wrong. I’m sorry I tried to run. I never meant to—”
“But you did try to run, Mr. Mosley, and you realize the neuro-chip in your skull makes it impossible to get away from us. The Neurological Registry of Neurological Transmissions monitors you night and day. You know this, don’t you Mr. Mosley? You haven’t been living under a rock.”

William Michael Davidson lives in Long Beach, California with his wife and two daughters. A believer that "good living produces good writing," Davidson writes early in the morning so he can get outside, exercise, spend time with people, and experience as much as possible.

A writer of speculative fiction, he enjoys stories that deal with humanity's inherent need for redemption.

For more on Davidson and his writing, connect with him on Goodreads, Twitter, Facebook, and Amazon Author’s Page.

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