Invasion Earth: Dazzle Shelton - Alien Invasion Series, #1

By Don Vodka

20,000 years ago they attacked our origin planet of Haven. They drove us across the galaxy, to three habitable planets. We thought we were safe. We forgot. We regressed. We started over. But they never forgot. And then they found us. After destroying two planets populated by humans, they turned their eyes towards Earth. The third and last planet with humans. And from that moment on, we were doomed.

But then there was hope. It came in the form of an avenging angel. Armed with one of the aliens' own powerful weapons. A human, created using DNA taken from the aliens themselves. And raging with hatred for what they had done to her planet.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Books Under The Stairs
• Release date: Mar 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9781393340560

Don Vodka

Donnalee Vodka began her life in a small town in southern Nevada. She has always been fascinated with Science Fiction, especially movies. Some of her favorites are Independence Day, 12 Monkeys, Black Panther, and of course the Back to the Future trilogy. When she couldn't find an exciting time travel/sci fi movie to watch, she decided to write her own story. So, in 2021, while still in high school, she sat down and began tapping away at the keyboard, writing novels that read like movies. Donnalee has already released ten books in her Dazzle Shelton – Alien Invasion Series, published by Books Under The Stairs. In her own words, ‘if you like Buffy, The Vampire Slayer, and wonder what a mashup between Clueless and War of the Worlds would be like… you’re as whack as I am and I think you’ll like my series. Read the books now, ahead of the streaming series. Periodt.’ Donnalee, or Don as she is known to her friends, writes from the heart. Over a strong margarita. (edit - only when I’m in Canada where I’m legal… DV) If she needs inspiration she need look no further than out the back window of her twenty-foot house trailer. For barely 25 miles away lies Groom Lake, aka Area 51. After a few shots of Tequila , the aliens starting buzzing about overhead. Always. Don wants everyone to know she is NOT Russian, and supports the Ukraine 100%. In fact, she can trace her roots to the city of Odessa, where her great-great-grandparents lived more than a hundred years ago. She has a webpage, donvodka.com, and is hard at work on the next book in the series. This new edition stars Misty and Rikkie, and is set in the year 2068. Don states that this time the aliens are ruthless. But Misty, the metahuman with claws and fangs--and a quick temper--is more than ready. Look for the book to drop in June or perhaps sooner. Depending on the Tequila. And a reminder to everyone… keep watching the skies! Fox Mulder was onto something—and it wasn’t that stuff you can smoke.

Book preview

THE ALIENS HAVE BEEN SEARCHING FOR US —

AND NOW THEIR SEARCH IS OVER

INVASION EARTH

2021 AD

The is the Origin story in the

Dazzle Shelton - Alien Invasion Series

DONNALEE VODKA

This novel’s story and characters are fictitious. Certain long-standing institutions, agencies, and public offices are mentioned, but the characters involved are wholly imaginary. Aliens are not real as far as I know. But they might be.

Copyright © 2021 Don Vodka

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DEDICATED TO

VICKI

WHO SUPPORTED ME.

WHO WAS ALWAYS THERE.

WHO NEVER COMPLAINED.

WHO ENCOURAGED ME.

WHO HAD FAITH IN ME.

WHO WAS EVERYTHING.

WRITTEN BY DON VODKA

Dazzle Shelton – Alien Invasion Series

Invasion Earth – series origin story

Sleeper Cells

Clones Attack

Battle Across Time

Galaxy at War

Prey for the Aliens

The Reptilian Conspiracy

Life in the Past Lane

Like Lightning From Heaven

Half Human

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Dazzle Shelton - Alien Invasion Series is a collection of adventure novels. Each book is a stand-alone story, although you will enjoy the series more if you read them in order.

The Beginning of the Alien War

It is the year 2021, and Earth is exactly as you know it. Our home. Lovely and safe. Unique in the universe.

But that is about to change. What you know will be turned upside down. History will be re-written. And Earth will never be the same again.

The rumors and tales of UFOs, reptilians, greys, and other-worldly beings will be looked at differently. What we once dismissed as fiction will be seen in a new light. Truths will be revealed. Truths that have been hidden for decades, buried under layers of lies.

Prepare to shed all that you believe to be true. For you have been led down a path through a beautiful garden of Eden. A garden that does not exist.

Aliens are real. And they are hungry.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 1

Dazensha

".. .That was Save Your Tears by The Weeknd on WKRP The Desert Dog, and it’s another scorching day in the valley, hitting one hundred and eight degrees with no end in sight for the next few— "

TWENTY-SEVEN-YEAR-OLD Ross Shelton reached over and turned off the radio.

I know it’s hot, don’t need to be reminded, he said to nobody but himself, as he headed down the old dirt road deeper into the Nevada desert.

The sun was beating down on the valley near Sunrise, Nevada like it always seemed to. Everything in sight was already baked to well-done, and more heat was just burning it. Ross smacked the air conditioner in his 1988 Ford Bronco, trying to get a little colder air out of the struggling A/C unit. The fan rattled, stopped, then came back to life and blew again, but not any colder.

Just don’t die on me, baby, he said.

Keeping his left hand on the wheel, he leaned to the right and reached over onto the floor of the passenger side, searching for the water bottle he had thrown in earlier. His fingertips touched the bottle but only caused it to roll further out of reach. Ross strained against the seat belt, to no avail. The Bronco swerved across the road, then back. He straightened up, glanced around, but knew that the chances of any other vehicle being on this same back road were extreme, to say the least. He looked back at the water bottle, and because it was frustratingly out of reach, he became extremely thirsty. He felt like if he didn’t get a drink of water in the next ten seconds he would pass out and expire. It was like an itch that you couldn’t quite scratch.

Damn it, he muttered.

Ross undid the seat belt and leaned down again. This time his hand found the water bottle and grabbed it tightly. As he squeezed the plastic bottle the whole thing split up the side and the water spilled all over the floorboard.

Fuck that!

He brought what was left of the bottle, torn from top to bottom, up to his lips and drank. There was about an ounce of water left, and most of that dribbled down the front of his shirt. But the few drops that found their way into his mouth were all he needed. It was a game, and he had won.

Ha-ha, laughed Ross, as he pitched the torn bottle over his shoulder into the back. But now he was actually thirsty, for real. Good thing there was a case of water in the back of the Bronco, chilling inside his cooler. He pulled off the road and drove into the sand. He turned off the engine, got out, and opened the back hatch. Leaning against the back bumper, in the shade of the hatch, Ross drained an entire bottle of water, then reached for another.

Just then his phone rang. He glanced at the display, accepting the call when he saw who it was.

Pistol Pete, said Ross. I was wondering when you would call.

Peter Remington was Ross’s current employer, so to speak. Ross had been hired to take photos for Peter’s new book, with the deadline in two weeks. Technically they were more like partners in the book Peter was working on. It was their third time working together, and they both expected a huge payday from another bestseller. They were also best friends and had been since either could remember.

I don’t like when you call me Pistol Pete, said Peter.

You didn’t like when I called you Remington Steele either, said Ross. So, what should I call you from now on?

I don’t know, answered Peter. Maybe Peter. After all, that is my name.

Back up for a moment, said Ross. What do you call me?

Ross, because that’s your name, said Peter.

"Ross is not my name, it’s a nickname that you gave me about twenty years ago if I recall. When we were in fifth grade."

Fourth grade, corrected Peter. And, yes. I remember your name is Ron. Or Ronald.

Peter had given him the nickname Ross by taking the ‘Ro’ from Ron and the ‘S’ from Shelton. Thus, it became Ross. And of course, it was also short for Roswell. And Peter knew very well that Ross was obsessed with the UFO crash in Roswell, New Mexico back in the 1940s.

So why is it okay for you to call me Ross, but I can’t call you Pistol Pete? asked Ross.

Because you hate when anyone calls you Ronald, said Pete. Everyone calls you Ross. But you should hear what they call you behind your back.

I know, said Ross. Runaway Bride.

Yeah, and I try to tell them that’s not fair because it was your wife that was the runaway bride, not you, said Pete.

Ex-wife, corrected Ross. "And who exactly is ‘them’?"

Basically, everyone in town, said Pete. Actually, it was more like that movie Along Came Polly, and you are the Ben Stiller character. You know, where the wife hooks up with the scuba instructor on their honeymoon.

I’m aware, Pete, said Ross. "I got about ten DVDs and tapes of that stupid movie. People keep leaving ‘em in my mailbox. People like ‘them’, I bet. Anyway, how’s Jessie?"

She’s doing okay, said Peter. Baby’s due in seven months.

Just say hi, said Ross. And tell her she married the wrong guy. Because her husband is a pussy and needs a good ass-kicking. And frankly, I don’t know how she got pregnant. Must be those little blue pills that Doc Ben prescribes for you.

Did Ben tell you about those? asked a shocked Peter. That little shit of a doctor, what a big mouth.

I was just kidding, said Ross. But thanks for confirming... ha-ha.

You’re such a jerk. I think it’s you that needs the ass-kicking, Roswell, and if you are challenging, I accept. We’ll settle this in the ring next time I see you, said Peter.

Mixed martial arts was both of their passions, or at least it had been when they were younger. Now they only beat each other up for fun. Followed by ice-cold beers, which was their current passion.

You’re right, I probably do need a good ass-kicking, said Ross. But not from a girl like you. But I’m in, and you’ll be out, again, when I bring the thunder.

You’re breaking up, buddy, all I can hear is a bunch of bullshit on my phone, said Peter. Back to reality, how is it going on those photos?

As a matter of fact, I’m just setting up the camera now, ready to take a few quality shots, lied Ross, as he took a sip of water.

More B.S., said Peter. It’s barely ten in the morning, and we both know you just rolled out of bed maybe fifteen minutes ago. I’m pretty sure you were surprised to see what the world looks like this early.

Bam! You’re right, said Ross. But I am in the desert near my destination, and I guarantee I’m gonna get a great photo for your book. Maybe even the cover shot.

Really? Peter was suddenly intrigued. That would be amazing. The last batch of photos you sent were all great, by the way, the best so far. It’s hard to pick and choose. Have you got a different photo planned, something special?

I have a shot planned inside the saloon in this ghost town. The sun shines through the window where the name of the saloon is spelled out. And at the right time, you can read the name of the saloon on the floor, in shadow. That’s why I’m up so damn early, just to make that shot for you, buddy, said Ross.

Sounds great, bud. Take it easy. Talk to you later, said Peter.

Nothing much had changed since their school days. They were still best friends, even with all the ribbing they gave each other. Ross put the phone in his pocket, chugged the bottle of water, and closed the hatch.

He took a deep breath, gazed wistfully at the serene desert landscape, and thought how lucky he was to have all this beautiful desert as his backyard. Such a lovely, peaceful desert, he thought. Just then a tumbleweed blew past and as Ross turned to watch it a small dust devil swirled around him, taking his Golden Knights cap off and throwing it into a nearby cactus plant. The dust spun around him for a few seconds, sandblasting him, then twirled off into the desert.

Fucking desert, he said. "I fucking hate you!"

He walked over to pull his cap off the prickly cactus, spitting out sand and picking pebbles out of his ears.

HE ARRIVED AT THE GHOST town and set up for the shot that he had promised Peter. He cleaned the lenses, installed fresh batteries, and decided where to put the tripod. He checked the ambient light, adjusted his Canon EOS camera accordingly, and placed it on the tripod. Even though it was only one picture in Peter’s book, it meant taking dozens of shots, using different filters and exposure times. Plus, Peter might want some shots of the building and the town, just for background material. Ross had all the bases covered and had a hunch he would get a great photo for Peter today.

The sun cooperated and created the shadow that Ross was hoping for. He was able to get the money shot and felt good about his day. Even though, every once in a while, he had to pick a cactus spine out of his cap that was jabbing into his head.

After packing up his gear Ross kicked back on the dilapidated porch of the old saloon and ate his ham and tomato sandwich. He had his camera in hand and snapped the odd photo from where he sat. He was hoping for maybe a coyote or something else to show up, just to make his photo unique.

As if on cue, Ross saw something in the sky that was unusual. It was bright, like a falling star or a comet, and it looked like it might hit in the desert. He quickly set the camera to autofocus and continuous shooting and zoomed in on the object. It glowed for a moment, then appeared to alter direction slightly.

As he was getting shots of the mysterious something there was a series of three loud BOOM noises, that shook the entire ghost town. A few old boards fell off the side of the saloon. Ross was startled, but continued shooting and followed it until it disappeared behind the run-down church at the end of the street.

Wow. Wonder what that was? he mumbled to himself. He shoved the rest of the sandwich into his mouth, nearly choking before spitting out the ham, then jumped into the Bronco and headed home.

At almost the same spot he had stopped on his way to the ghost town, Ross pulled over again. This time it was for a different pit stop.

Time to water the cactus, he said.

As he sprayed his urine on the plant, he caught sight of something shiny off in the distance. He squinted his eyes, trying to make out whatever it was that was sparkling in the desert. It was too far away to see clearly. So, he zipped up and headed back to the Bronco. He opened his camera bag and took out the camera and fitted it with a 600mm lens. He looked towards the distant object, steadying his arm against the Bronco body.

What the—?

Ross put the camera into the bag, slammed the tailgate shut, and jumped into the drivers’ seat. He turned the wheel hard left and sped off across the nearly flat landscape, bouncing over small cactus and flowers as his speed reached upwards of sixty miles per hour. As he drew closer, he could not believe what he was seeing. He slammed on the brakes and the Bronco skidded sideways to a stop.

Hey! he yelled at the woman, as he ran over to her.

She was taking baby