You can find the book here:
https://www.amazon.com/Winds-Chaos-Karen-Singer-ebook/dp/B01KVPGBPG/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
So what’s The Winds of Chaos about? I guess that’s a fair question.
Mathew Montclair is an ex-Marine and a big hero in every
sense of the word. But all his life, Mat
has felt wrong about himself and has tried to run from it. He’s tried to hide his problem by becoming
the exact opposite of the person he always felt he was on the inside – a
woman. Now, after being wounded in battle
and gaining one of the worst cases of PTSD the doctors have seen in some time,
he’s decided to leave the Marines and become the person he always thought he
should be.
His plans were to go home, see his family, then disappear so
no one will have to put up with the strain and embarrassment of what he’s going
to do. But despite all of Mat’s best
planning, things didn’t exactly work out the way he wanted. Despite what he wanted to do with his life,
destiny is something that simply won’t be denied. Because Fate needed a hero. And Fate chose Mat.
It may not be that way for you, but it is my hope, that
somewhere along the line, you will get so caught up in the story that you will
forget you are reading a transgender novel, and in the end, it will leave you
absolutely breathless! If not, then I
still hope you enjoy it.
Should you read the story and at least feel it’s worth
someone else taking the time to read, please leave a comment about it on Amazon
so that others can gain from your experience.
Oh, just one other thing.
Like most of my stories, The Winds of Chaos didn’t start with an idea or
a story plot. It started with
words. Words that seemingly don’t have
much to do with the story. But the story
grew out of those words. Before there
was the book. Before there was the
concept. Before there was even a main
character, the story started with a poem in my head:
The Spider of Fate
The
spider of fate clung tight to its web
While
the cruel Winds of Chaos blew its artwork to shreds.
When
the winds ended and the spider could see
The
fates that were altered were hard to believe.
Strands
torn asunder and shifted around
Strands
wrapped in each other where chaos abounds.
And
out in the distance where beauty should thrive
Some
strands were ended, and so would those lives.
The
web was in tatters, the grand plan was gone
And
lives sorely altered would end before long.
The
web needed mending, a new plan conceived.
No
time could be wasted, too many would grieve.
A hero
was needed, a soul brave and true
To
carry the load of a burden so cruel.
To
carry the burden, but also the blame
For to
save all those lives he must live in shame.
Only
by being the target of spite
The
hero could help them and make them unite.
Only
by being an object of hate
Could
anyone save them and alter their fate.
“Fate”
is a spider that spins fantastic unimaginable webs from the silky strands of
everyone’s lives. The glorious artistic
webs that it creates cannot be imagined by mere mortals. Mere mortals could never appreciate the true
beauty of the webs that are spun.
Around
and around fate goes as it creates its amazing webs, wrapping the strands of
life in ways that only it can know. Each
time the strands touch another, new changes are brought into those lives;
changes that represent the spider’s beautiful grand artistic plan.
Fate
has but one enemy, one thing alone that can disrupt the amazing beauty of its
complicated webs. And that thing isn’t
even anything sentient. It is nothing
but a storm. A storm of cosmic winds
that blow with nothing guiding them.
Blowing here, blowing there, blowing anywhere their unseen course may
take them. And in their path, the winds
leave nothing but change and disaster.
For these winds are the Winds of Chaos.
Pure chaos, leaving unimaginable disturbances everywhere they touch. These winds, and these winds alone, can
disrupt the spider’s grand scheme for everyone.
For nothing, not even the Spider of Fate, can resist the touch of Chaos.
