Julia Vee likes stories about monsters, money, and good food. Julia was born in Macao and grew up in Northern California. She is a graduate of the Viable Paradise workshop.

Ken Bebelle makes arms and legs by day, and makes stories by night. He lives in Orange County, CA and loves eating snacks that are unhealthy for him.

Cold War: Alien Storm by Julia Vee and Ken Bebelle

They invaded her planet. They ambushed her unit. They'll have to pry Earth from her cold, dead hands…

When Lieutenant Cam Alvarez is called to investigate a desert massacre in the US Green Zone, she prepares for the worst. Once her team of soldiers arrives on the scene, she realizes the violence wasn't committed by human hands. Alien invaders already dominate Earth's expanding polar regions, but Cam had never seen Ringheads survive exposure to heat… until they storm her troops and abduct her.

On board the alien mothership, Cam knows she alone can warn the human resistance about the catastrophic new threat. Subjected to cruel experiments, she fights for control as the Ringheads slowly strip away her humanity. Against impossible odds, Cam must escape her captors and make an unthinkable sacrifice to give humanity one last shot at survival.

Cold War: Alien Storm is a captivating military sci-fi novel. If you like tough-as-nails soldiers, alien abductions, and near-future ecological thrillers, then you'll love Julia Vee and Ken Bebelle's fast-paced adventure.



  • "If you ever believed that invasion from space was possible this book shows you way that might happen."

    – Amazon Review
  • "Cold War: Alien Storm, by Julia Vee and Ken Bebelle, keeps your attention and holds on to it with non-stop action. If you like futuristic military stories, then you are going to love this one! It has everything you could ask for: cool technology, aliens that can do crazy things, and ice armor – in the desert – on American soil."

    – Amazon Review
  • "Absolutly loved this book it was well done. Filled with vivid distinct characters with a gritty science fiction vibe. This book is filled with non-stop action."

    – Amazon Review



Looking up, Cam spied the jumpship racing towards them. Fuck. The engines whined as the ship flared to a hover. She watched six hulking Ringheads leap from the craft, landing easily on the ground and begin bounding toward them. As the aliens loped down the rocky terrain, Cam noted with relief they weren't in the ice armor. Small mercies. They were totally outnumbered. The APC was to the east of them, and the alien horde to the north.

Rosie screamed and ran off. It didn't matter, there was no cover up here. With no time to set up the blast cannon, they were stuck with just their rifles and her team was about to get swarmed.

"Firing line, now!" Cam bellowed.

Mack bumped her as he stood shoulder to shoulder. With concentrated fire they systematically took out the closest alien barreling towards their position, the sound and fury echoing across the desert landscape. Cam noted that Burke and Garcia managed to take out one of the six aliens as they rushed the firing line.

The four remaining Ringheads closed to melee range. Cam's breath tightened, her heart ringing in her ears. This was going to be ugly.

The closet Hunter bull rushed them and barreled through O'Neill and Jonesy's position. Both men were thrown backward to the rocky ground. Jonesy's bald head slammed against a small boulder with a sickening crack. Neither man moved.

Cam shuffled backwards, sliding her feet over the rough terrain. A quick glance showed her rifle was nearing the end of its charge. She yelled over the crackling bursts from her gun. "Jeeves! We need air support!"

"Colonel Phillips has deni—"

"Goddammit Jeeves! We're getting slaughtered here!" She dropped her empty rifle and whipped out her service pistol. Be like a fucking squirt gun.

Garcia and Burke were down. A dark stain was soaking into the dirt around Burke's head. Wailing fear bubbled up from her gut, threatening to burst from within her and consume her.

Mack moved forward, blocking two of the aliens from getting to Cam. She managed to bring her pistol to bear and managed a lucky shot into an eye, driving it back, but the second one lifted Mack's lanky frame and threw him into the encroaching darkness.

One of the Hunters leaped at Cam, landing nearly on top of her. She stumbled back on her ass, kicking and scrambling to avoid its clawing hands. She saw Jonesy's body in the distance, ducked, and ran under the Hunter's legs, diving for Jonesy's modded rifle.

Everything began to move in slow motion as she caught hold of the grip of the rifle. She landed on her back looking up at four Hunters closing in on her from all directions. The bodies of her fallen teammates surrounded her, bodies broken and scattered. She braced the rifle and fired at the closest Ringhead, burning a smouldering hole through its neck. The alien dropped to its knees, howling in pain. The rifle was empty.