First came the lockdowns. Then the riots.
Now? They’re shipping you out based on your last name.
One mother won’t let them win.
June SinClare’s war is personal, and she’s not backing down.

A story raw enough to punch you in the chest, and honest enough to heal it.

Operation Divide doesn’t pull punches. It grabs you by the throat from page one.

For fans of rebellion, heartbreak, and women who don’t beg, they break barriers

We cried, we raged, we underlined every line. June SinClare is unforgettable.
Sherrie McKenzie didn’t always see herself as an author, but when the world turned upside down, her pen found a purpose. Operation Divide began as a personal outlet during the pandemic and became something more: a gripping, emotional story about survival, separation, and the fire it takes to fight back.
Originally from Washington, Sherrie’s journey into writing was sparked by the people closest to her, her children, whose strength inspired the heart of the novel, and her husband, who believed in the story before it had an ending. She writes with honesty, grit, and an unapologetically bold voice that mirrors her unforgettable protagonist, June SinClare.
Operation Divide is her first published work, but it won’t be her last.
When the world collapsed into silence, the loudest thing left was a mother’s heartbeat. Operation Divide thrusts you into a future where family is split by force and survival isn’t about strength, it’s about who you’re willing to become. With every chapter, lines blur between law and loyalty, truth and survival, duty and love.
Sherrie McKenzie’s debut novel grips fast and hits hard. This is more than a dystopian thriller; it’s a haunting reflection of what happens when governments decide who stays and who goes.
Once you enter this world, you’ll carry it with you.

Forced relocations. Government silence. Surveillance posing as order. The world of Operation Divide is built to control and punish.

Separated from her children, June doesn’t beg. She doesn’t bow. She walks into the fire because some bonds aren’t meant to break.

Snipers. Smugglers. Splintered cities. When the rules change overnight, hesitation gets you killed. The ones who last are the ones who adapt.

This conflict didn’t start with you, but it will finish with you. Identity is a weapon, and silence is no longer safe.
The wind howled through the crumbled overpass, carrying the echoes of a city that once thrived. June knelt behind a burned-out vehicle, her heartbeat louder than the sirens still screaming in the distance. She didn’t dare move. Not yet. Not until the patrol passed.
They were hunting by last name. Not a reason. Not a crime. Just a letter.
Across the debris-littered street, a child’s voice called out. Muffled. Familiar. June froze. Her daughter? Or another memory playing tricks on her in the silence?
She reached for the worn bracelet tucked in her boot, cracked glass beads, one for each of them. It was the only thing she still carried that hadn’t betrayed her.
They said this was for the greater good. That safety came with sacrifice. But the ones giving orders never lost anything. She had.
— Chapter One, “The Ruins”
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