Three A.M.

The cover of Steven John's novel, Three A.M., shows the silhouette of a man entering a broken down warehouse as fog surrounds him and pours in through the opened door.

Fifteen years of sunless gray.

Fifteen years of mist. So thick the streets fade off into nothing. So thick the past is hazy at best. The line between right and wrong has long been blurred, especially for Thomas Vale.

Long gone are the days when new beginnings seemed possible—when he was a new recruit, off to a new start fresh in the army. He had hoped to never look back. Not like there was much to see, anyway.

First came the sickness, followed by the orders: herd the healthy into the city, shoot the infected. The gates closed and the bridges came down… followed by the mist.

Fifteen miserable years of the darkest nights and angry, awful gray days.

Thomas Vale can hardly fathom why he keeps waking up in the morning. For a few more days spent stumbling along? Another night drinking alone? Another hour keeping the shadows at bay….

But when Rebecca Ayers walks into his life, the answers come fast. Too fast…

What People Are Saying

“Three A.M. is a gripping mix of noir and thriller set in a near-future dystopia. It is at times deeply moving, at times very raw, and at times pure adrenalin rush.

— The Qwillery - Sally Janin

The ride to Three A.M.’s explosive ending is fast and satisfying.

— CriminalElement.com – Laura Benedict

“Solid writing and good tension abound, while the spooky ambience of the misty city creates provides a fun twist.

— Examiner.com – Josh Vogt

I excitedly await John’s next novel after this successful debut, which will stay on your mind long after you’ve closed the cover. You’ll look at the next foggy night in a whole new, and rather bone-chilling, way.

— CurledUp.com – Marie D. Jones

Outrider

In the near future, the New Las Vegas Sunfield will be one of many enormous solar farms to supply energy to the United States. At more than fifty miles long and two miles wide, the Sunfield generates an electromagnetic field so volatile that ordinary machinery and even the simplest electronic devices must be kept miles away from it. Thus, the only men who can guard the most technologically advanced power station on earth do so on horseback.

They are the Outriders.

Though the power supplied by the Sunfield is vast, access to that power comes with total deference to the iron-fisted will of New Las Vegas’s ruthless mayor, Franklin Dreg. Crisis erupts when Dreg’s quietly competent secretary, Timothy Hale, discovers someone has been stealing energy—siphoning it out of the New Las Vegas grid under the cover of darkness.

As the Outriders investigate, the scale of the thievery becomes clear: these aren’t the ordinary energy leeches – people who steal a few watts here or there. These are high-tech terrorists (or revolutionaries) engaged in a mysterious and dangerous enterprise and poised to bring down the entire energy grid, along with the millions of people it supports.

The pressure mounts and fractures appear within both the political leadership of New Las Vegas and in the tight-knit community of Outriders. With a potential crisis looming, the mysterious goal of the “Drainers” finally comes into focus. Only then do the Outriders realize how dangerous the situation really is.

The cover of Outrider, a novel by Steven John, depicts a vast desert landscape filled with solar panels. In the foreground a cowboy like figure known as an outrider sits atop of his horse taking in the landscape in front of him.

Early Concept Art for Outrider