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Private Investigator Peters was working a normal day- catching cheating partners in the act and sitting in an office printing photos, until there's a knock on her door. She had been placed with the task of taking care of her orphaned niece. The reason why, however, will lead her to the biggest case in her lifetime.

Something is brewing in the galaxy, and it's not a double shot of espresso. With the dust barely settled after the last near-Armageddon, the four baristas are called back into action, even though the four have become three. With a little help from their friends, can they find the missing barista, stave off the alien hordes, dodge their fan-club, save Earth (again) and restore peace to the galaxy? First, there was the apocalypse. Then things got serious. **This is the sequel to the Watty-winning "The Four Baristas of the Apocalypse"**

When aliens invade, four baristas are forced to become the saviours of the world. Grab your double-shot of java and strap in - it's going to be a bumpy ride! ***** In the Earth's darkest hour, unexpected heroes are stirring... their coffee, that is. Four baristas on a camping trip are under-qualified to save the world from an alien invasion. But thanks to a hologram with no fashion sense, newly developed superpowers and an alien with a guilty conscience, they've landed the job anyway! So grab your double-shot of java, your blueberry muffin and strap in - Hasta barista, baby. [[2018 Wattys winner and twice featured]] [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]] Please note this is a sample of the book, which has been published and is available for purchase: Ebook: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09WKFVKQJ Paperback: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1644342154

Summer. Friday night. 2002. Pre-Netflix, pre-Hulu -- the movie-hungry hordes are converging on the theater, and you are trapped in the box office, wearing an ill-fitting polo and a name tag, armed with only your register, a roll of tickets, an active imagination and sheer determination to get you through the next few hours. God help you. Cover image courtesy of Carlos Lowry via Creative Commons: https://flic.kr/p/7qsh