All the earth is torn asunder. There used to be grass, and the sun used to be golden. Children played outside, climbing trees with smiles on their faces and grass stains on their knees. People worried about a million things that would soon be irrelevant, continuing without a clue of the disaster to come. Centuries later, what little is left of humanity survives in a society constructed beneath the surface of a glass dome, the world outside converted to little more than a desert wasteland. Survival is a routine rather than an effort, and all rules are surpassed by only one: if you want to survive, you never leave the dome. There's nothing alive out there. The radiation that soaks the earth makes sure of that. Until one day, someone finds a bloody, dust-covered handprint on the outside of the glass. Nothing will ever be the same again. Book 1 of the Burning Series Highest ranking: #13 in Adventure on 03/04/16

The world as humanity knew it was gone. In its place was a radioactive wasteland, scorched by nuclear furnaces. The third millenium passed unmarked and uncelebrated by those in the safezones. The rich took to the oceans, and to the skies, leaving everyone else behind. Stranded in the isolated "safe zones", with no knowledge of the worlds above their heads. Igor Jonovich changed everything. Nanotechnology, long thought to be impossible, flourished under his genius. Even as the walls of their radioactive cage closed in, humanity pushed back, harnessing Jonovich's creations to explore the radioactive wastelands. To challenge the twisted creatures that lurked in the ashes of their former glory. Humanity thought they, at least, knew this scarred earth. It turns out even that was a lie. Yesterday Jared found a message hidden within Professor Jonovich's greatest work that changed everything.

Connor and Vince fight their forbidden attraction as they attempt to rescue themselves and fellow residents of the underground Refuge facility from a toxic breach. ***** Connor Nichols spends his days alongside several young cadets training to become a future peacekeeper of the underground Refuge facility, but his nights are spent dreaming of his forbidden romantic past with best friend Vince Moore. Risking his quality reputation among Dr. Randolph and the leaders, he pursues a secret relationship with Vince until a sudden toxic breach threatens to poison the occupants of the facility and places Vince in immediate danger. To give him and Vince a fighting chance at a solid future together, Connor puts his life and love on the line to expose the truth about the toxins, the leaders, and the history of the Refuge. ***** CONTENT WARNING: Contains some language, mild violence & mild sexual references. ***** Copyright © 2021 by Leslie Lee Sanders

LGBT/DYSTOPIA: Luke and Aiden escape the small community they helped build years after an apocalyptic event devastated the world, leaving the survivors to endure the wrath of their new leader, Santos. But with Santos and his men tight on their heels, Luke and Aiden hide out in an old, abandoned lighthouse where their trust for each other quickly grows. But can they face their ultimate fears to rescue the remaining survivors and survive another day? A story of building and rebuilding what was lost, with a haunting twist ending. ----- Highest rank: #872 in General Fiction (Thanks, readers, for pushing this story into the top 1000 of its genre!) Copyright © by Leslie Lee Sanders

As my eyes flickered open they were greeted by a blinding white light. So bright that my eyes were in agony. It was freezing. It was either that, or they had numbed my entire body because I couldn't feel a thing. As the light began to fade, everything was in a blur. I could feel my heart begin to race, its loud thumping filling my ears. Then everything came into focus. And I could finally see the needle that was slowly coming down towards my face. With a swift jolt, I tried to roll out from underneath it. But my wrists were quickly bound by the restraints that ejected from the table where I laid. Now my heart was pounding faster than it ever had; its pulsing vibrated through my veins. And suddenly my neck was now being held in place, cold metal restraints cupped my cheeks, my right eyelid held open. And the needle just kept coming, until it passed through my pupil, and everything went black. My name is Darya Lynx. And I am dead.