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Invasion
New York
2013
First Published
4.09
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394
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In 2040, a shattered America squares off against the world! Once, America was the most powerful nation on Earth. Then disasters rocked her: a sovereign debt depression, bitter glacial cooling and the greatest military invasion in history out of Mexico—by the Chinese and Brazilian alliances. Now the U.S. reels like a drunken giant. The military fought savage battles in the Midwest last winter, driving the aggressors from Denver, but unable to kick them out of the country. Others have taken note of this, particularly as worldwide famine worsens, with global temperatures continuing to plummet. Like swirling vultures, the German Dominion decides to grab their share of U.S. soil to help feed their hungry peoples. They've shipped a deadly expeditionary force to Quebec and put a tactical genius in charge. He assures the Chancellor of victory as he plans traps within traps. But the genius hasn't counted on the American soldier: ragged, tired and angry as hell. The world is about to witness a battle to the bitter end as failure means mass starvation.

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Author

Vaughn Heppner
Vaughn Heppner
Author · 83 books

You can visit Vaughn at www.vaughnheppner.com I was born in Canada and remember as a small boy crawling in my snow-fort. I closed my eyes, and when I tried to open them, they were frozen shut. I didn't panic, but wiped away the ice crystals, unglued my eyes and kept on building my tunnel. Those were great days! I moved to Central California before seventh grade and couldn't believe I lived in a land where oranges grew on trees and you could pick grapes from the vine. I used to wonder what I wanted to do with my life, what kind of work specifically. I was miserable not knowing and bordering on desperate. Then one day a friend gave me his typewriter. I began working on a novel. A different person told me it was much easier on a computer, so I bought one and began getting up at 4:30 A.M. each morning before work, writing for three hours. My eyes were unglued once again as the pang of misery left my gut. I knew exactly what I wanted to do: write. So now that's what I do, I write, and write, and write, and I love it.

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