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Love Across the Universe – Book Tour

08/08/17

 

 


 

Love Across the Universe

 
Genre: Science Fiction Romance
 
Publisher: Stars and Stone Books
 
Date of Publication: August 1 2017
 
ISBN-10: 0-9977081-8-2
ISBN-13: 978-0-9977081-8-9
ASIN: B071JSHCGC
 

13 Stories of Science Fiction Romance Set on Intergalactic Shore 


#spacebeachlove

Summer love is summer love, no matter the planet. Climb aboard your spacecraft or time machine and travel across time and space with these thirteen tales of love on beaches in the future and among the stars.
Includes stories by USA Today Bestselling Author Traci Douglass, Cara McKinnon, Rhonda Jackson Joseph, A.E. Hayes, Sheri Queen, M.T. DeSantis, L.J. Longo, K.W. Taylor, Mary Rogers, Elsa M. Carruthers, Emmerite Sundberg, Serena Jayne, and Oriana Maret.

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The
Greatest Gift
Rhonda
Jackson Joseph

Book Description:

Tariq has chosen Jasmine and her
family to rescue when the earth is destroyed. While her children and sister
easily find their niches within their new society, based on their natural gifts
and talents, Jasmine struggles to find her fit. Tariq’s patience and ability to
see things within her that she doesn’t see in herself will help lead to
Jasmine’s discovery of the greatest gift within herself.

Excerpt

The antique film credits roll, and Kestrel strips the ocular screen from her brow. She stuffs the device into the bin at her knees and taps the evac release. Never violate your own rules. No romance means no romance because it’s rot. The silver screen disappears with a whoosh deeper into the guts of Galaxy Delivers, Inc. The next time she volunteers as previewer for Galaxy’s annual ancient films revel she’ll select a sci-fi meat grinder like The Whirling Vortex. Her vision blurs with tears. Not some thrashing B-list not happily-ever-after space-love pile of…

“Rot,” she whispers.

The film won’t get a thumb’s up from her. The leading lady dies of Veneda Syndrome. The star expires moments before medical staff can wrap molecular stabilizers around her body that’s eaten up by rogue cell necrosis. Nothing romantic about that. Even less inspiring is her lover’s desertion.

The room seems to shrink. Kestrel’s cubicle is wedged into a precise row of ten cubicles in a room of ten rows by ten. It’s in the ground floor of the Galaxy Delivers, Inc. spire that juts one hundred stories into planet Jaster’s ocher skies. The spire’s weight pins Kestrel to her roller chair. She sips antiseptic air in shallow breaths.

Unlike her co-operators’ empty gray desktops, hers is littered with antique novelties.

All gifts from him.

Mercer.

A calendar of curling paper the color of jaundiced skin leans against the back partition. It was his first gift. “To celebrate our first month together,” he’d said.

Kestrel runs a finger over the tarnished silver spoon he gave her at the close of month two. “For the lady who appreciates history.”

She lifts the ocean blue candle and inhales its sweet scent. “To match your eyes.” He’d kissed her, and that night she’d lost herself in Mercer Eridanus’s orbit. Even now her lips tingle.

With trembling fingers, she strokes the wire rim glasses that rest like a paperweight on top of the spacer license Mercer helped her earn. He’d called her a white-knuckle flier.

“My knuckles aren’t white.”

“No,” he’d said. “Mine are.”

The license isn’t worth sand these days because of Tabara Gold’s desquamation. A sister planet that sheds chunks of its surface the size of mountains tends to discourage transportation and trade.

Kestrel uncurls her left hand.

She hasn’t worn it in a year—the swirling platinum strands of precious metal that clasp a brilliant cut diamond as its prize. Her gaze strays to the paper calendar’s single digit number. Mercer proposed marriage one year ago today.

And disappeared.

She’s memorized his note: Dear Kes—it could never work. I’m jumping a hyper-shot freighter out of Tabara Gold. The universe calls, babe. I’m sorry.

A good thing she doesn’t have Veneda Syndrome.

His note is twenty-two words. Where in twenty-two words is the essence of a man who combs antique slums on two planets to locate an artifact to celebrate each month of romance? He isn’t a man who ditches responsibilities and hyper-shots away. But he did leave.

And now he’s back.

The gossip grills who document Adalon City’s social scene breathlessly welcomed him home. Apparently, Mercer’s shadow is enough to send females aged two to one-hundred-seventeen into vapes. Men want Mercer for cards, bar jaunts, investment advice, jet races…

Three days have passed since she’s learned he breathes Adalon’s air. Three days.

The answer is that he regretted his proposal because she never fit Adalon’s scene—that whirling show of parties, fizzy drinks, and false laughter. When did he ever, ever take her about? His silence proves she should move on with her life. He is.

She stuffs the ring into a pocket.

Love absorbs and expands beyond its capacity, but when it dries up it’s stiff and useless. If not for the sister planet’s annoying skin peel, she’d blast through Adalon City’s ochre skies, break clean of Jaster’s gravitational pull, and run and run and never stop.

Instead, she’s here.

Operators’ voices hum as color-coded deliveries pour in at a rate of two every fifteen-point-three seconds. The operators sort the bids and roll them up onto the giant boards that march around the room. Competitor operators in fifteen buildings around Adalon City vie for the bids. In a city of millions, there’s money in messages and packages. Galaxy delivers.

Kes taps her temple, and her implant flickers behind her eyes. Pain streaks up her shin.

“Ouch!”

Bending double, she spies a pair of boots the size of freighters on a guy in the row opposite. She kicks. Never met him, so who cares?

“Hey!” The gray partition muffles his voice. “Watch it.”

“You watch it,” she snaps. “Keep your space boats to yourself.”

“Thrashing-A, Kes.” The voice of the operator next to her climbs an octave. “You got a thrashing blue to bid!”

Heads pop up. Blue…ah, blue…sighs off every tongue.

Kestrel launches to her feet. A job coded red is bound for Jaster’s far side; pink is for local delivery. Blue—beautiful, brilliant, and rare blue—is OWDR: off-world delivery required, baby. While she’s been gathering linen—or is the saying wool?—the blue flitted through her queue.

Blip! It disappears.

The blue’s been snagged by number 100: the top of the spire; Theodosia Galaxy, CEO of Galaxy Delivers, Inc.

Adalon’s delivery industry is no place for swimmers afraid of sharks. The gossip grills report Ms. Galaxy’s balls live in one tower, her body in another. Until Tabara Gold’s demasquation ends, the sister planet puts a choke-hold on Jaster’s economy. No doubt Ms. Galaxy will cut the other companies’ jugulars to win the off-world job and a fat commission.

Kestrel snatches her spacer license. The universe propels her down the perfect rows and fifty steps to the lift. She slides in, taps the round button marked 100, and the reflective gold doors glide shut. She’s a big-eyed, tight-jawed slash of pale skin in loose clothing drenched in shadows.

There’s only one way to clear the dust of this past year’s desert experience. Theodosia Galaxy will win the bid to deliver the package, and Kestrel will fly the mother-thrashing thing down the throat of a whirling vortex if it means putting space, and lots of it, between her and Mercer.

About the Author:

Rhonda Jackson Joseph is a Texas
based writer and professor who must exorcise the demons of her imagination so
they don’t haunt her being. A life-long horror fan and writer of many things,
she has recently discovered the joys of writing in the academic arena about two
important aspects of her life: horror and black femininity. She balances her
natural darkness with the light and love of romance stories.
When Rhonda isn’t writing,
teaching, or reading voraciously, she can usually be found wrangling one of
various sprouts or sproutlings from her blended family of 11…along with one
husband and two furry babies.
Rhonda can be found lurking (and
occasionally even peeking out) on social media:
Twitter: @rjacksonjoseph
Instagram: @rjacksonjoseph

 

 
Red
Sand
Sheri
Queen

 

Book Description:

If she can only save one thing,
which will it be—the red beaches of Mars or a love she can’t imagine living
without?
Bria has just been fired from her
job as an ecologist at Trans Life Corp, the global leader in virtual reality
living, and she’s devastated that her life’s work has ended with nothing more
than a pink chip severance package. She’s been deemed obsolete in a world where
every aspect of life has been automated, and even relationships are carried out
in virtual environments. Then Bria’s sister, Samira, enters her in a singles
sweepstakes to an exclusive Mars resort to force Bria to have a little fun for
once, and Bria is one of the lucky winners.
Thayne is the owner of the
exclusive Mars resort and has set his sights on expanding to a remote area on
the other side of the planet. He is looking for the right person to lead his
new venture when he comes across Bria. She’s exactly what he needs. His success
is driven by his gift for acquiring rare talent, and he always gets what he
wants—until now.
Bria refuses Thayne’s job offer.
She’s not interested in helping destroy another ecosystem for corporate greed,
and she’s definitely not interested in any kind of romantic
entanglement—virtual or real. Yet despite her better judgment, she’s drawn to
his zest for life and his creative nature. But finding a way to keep their
clashing values from destroying their chance at love proves harder than Bria
could have thought possible.
Excerpt Red Sand:
The strength of
water pushing against sand captivated Bria. If only she had such power, she
could change the world—or at least her little part of it.
But this was
just a miniature version of the real thing. She flipped the rectangular,
glass-enclosed frame over to watch the liquid bump the tiny particles into
different shapes. Reds, browns, and tans jostled one another until the sand
settled into wavy mounds at the base of the container. Bubbles rose to the top
and burst. Bria turned the device again and again, repeating the process, absorbed
with how different the formations appeared with each rotation. Life was like
this crude imitation of a sandy beach, always changing when getting pushed
around by a greater force.
Here she sat in
her repurposed home on Boxcar Alley with no job, no more research, and no
future at Trans Life Corp.
Earth was
screwed. She knew it. Trans Life knew it.
Did the board
members care that nature and all her beauty had been overrun by technology? Not
a bit. They were already working on expanding to other planets.
To her shame,
she had to admit her role in the virtual living that was taking root and
growing weed-like over the planet. She had utilized all she’d learned as an
ecologist and worked with other experts to engineer its equivalent in the realm
of virtual habitats. She was as much to blame as Trans Life Corp for how the
world had been altered into a state of disconnect from what was real—what you
could truly feel, taste, and smell.
What she
couldn’t have foreseen was the rapidity with which people embraced artificial
environments, especially the Love Triangle, where all your pleasurable sensory
needs could be met with the help of a CompuBot—available with or without
interacting with another online user.

About
the Author:

Sheri Queen received her MFA in
Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University. She grew up in the Hudson
Valley region of New York—an area she loves to depict as a backdrop for her
stories—and enjoys traveling to new places where she is constantly discovering
inspirations for her writing. She especially loves visiting old graveyards.
A
Dream to Build a Kiss On
Traci
Douglass

Book Description:

A
Dreamworld Short Novella
Can passion bloom between a
bookish botanist and an analytical android?
Adam has served as a devoted
assistant since the day he was created twenty-six years ago. His ordered world
centers on logic and logistics, until a strong solar flare causes a glitch in
his synthe-soul circuits and his normal routines are thrown into chaos. In a
flash, his universe is filled with wild, dark desires that until now Adam has
only imagined.
Jillian Lewis has spent her
entire career in search of the rare, elusive Shadow Moondrop Orchid. She’s
forsaken any semblance of a normal life in pursuit of her goal and now has the
ultimate prize within her reach. By securing a coveted invitation to the fabled
Dreamworld Resort, she has just three days in which to locate and record her
once-a-century flower before it disappears again.
With the clock ticking, will they
surrender to the unpredictability of love or will their chance at forever
disappear like stardust on the summer wind?
Excerpt A Dream to Build a Kiss On:
2069 – Remote
tropical island in the Atlantic Ocean
Adam desired
Jillian Lewis, and not just for her beautiful brain.
The desire, of
course, was completely unexpected and entirely new, especially for an analytical
android such as himself. Add in the fact he’d never actually seen the visiting
botanist face to face, let alone heard her voice, and it was all a bit
disconcerting. Until this point, they’d only communicated through electronic
messages and then only ever about her upcoming stay at the exclusive Dreamworld
Resort where he resided or her plants or science in general.
But still, her
words intrigued him.
She spoke
passionately of her specimens, the exotic flowers she’d nurtured to maturity
from rare and ancient seeds. She also freely shared her knowledge of said
specimens with him, answering all his endless questions without ever once
becoming annoyed or bored as many of the resort’s other guests sometimes did.
“Happy
twenty-sixth birthday, my friend,” Reziel Shaytan said, clapping Adam on the
shoulder as he walked into his office. “Have you decided what you’d like for
your gift?”
“Gift, sir?”
Adam asked. “Technically, this isn’t my birthday since I was not conceived in a
human womb, nor did I undergo the delivery process.”
Rez gave him a
look, taking a seat in the black leather executive’s chair behind his massive
desk. He was Adam’s creator and owner of the resort. “What shall we call it
then? Your anniversary of existence?”
Adam considered
the question a moment. “Yes. I think that would be appropriate, sir.”
“Fine.” He shook
his head. “Abnormally strong solar flares are expected this weekend. Have you
taken the necessary precautions?”
“Yes, sir.” Adam
had been created to be as human as possible. His operating software,
Synthe-soul, endowed him with both keen intuition and the ability to process
emotions. And yes, those processes were sometimes prone to glitches—especially
during times of low charge or erroneous electrical storms—but overall, his
humanity grew stronger each day. “I doubled my charge time last night and I’ve
scheduled my system updates for early this afternoon, to avoid any
interference.”
“Good.” Rez sat
back and scrubbed a hand over his face, the strain of recent events evident in
the faint lines around his eyes and the tightness of his lips. Adam did his
best to protect his master, but there was only so much one android could do
when the man’s very existence was forbidden. Half djinn, half angel, Rez had
been cursed to walk the earth alone—at least until Doctor Harold Thomas had
tumbled into his life, quite literally, and their two souls had become one.
Soul mates. Adam had read about such bonds, but hadn’t experienced that swift
rush of acute longing for another being since his activation. He had all the
right components for human physical intimacy—even a healthy regenerating supply
of nanocyte sperm to create his own hybrid children someday—but he’d yet to
meet a person with whom he wanted to share such a deep emotional connection.
“Adam, please
also double check with our pilot in Miami to make sure the guests arrive well
before the flare occurs,” Rez said. “I don’t want another debacle like the last
time.”
The “last time”
had been a newlywed couple on their honeymoon. Their flight had taken off as
usual from the airport, heading due south toward the uncharted island where
Dreamworld was located, when their aircraft had gotten caught in a time warp
flux and the poor unsuspecting couple had ended up in ancient Byzantium. It had
taken weeks, and all Rez’s immense powers, to get them back to the present
unharmed. Luckily, legends about the Bermuda Triangle had helped Adam cover his
friend’s magical tracks.
“Texting the
pilot now, sir.” He typed the message in his mind then used his internal circuits
to connect wirelessly with the pilot’s com unit. “And shall I check on the
orchid specimen as well?”
“Orchid? That’s
right. The botanist is coming today.”
“Yes, sir.” Adam
glanced at his computer again, Doctor Lewis’s latest email still up on his screen.
“May I ask you something, sir?”
“Go ahead.” Rez
sounded distracted as he sorted through his messages for the upcoming weekend
arrivals.
“Explain human
intimacy.”
He stopped and
stared at Adam. “Excuse me?”
“In all my years
of existence, I’ve yet to experience true human connection and intimacy.” Adam
frowned. “Not the physical components of the act. I’m well versed in all the
necessary techniques through my regular software updates. But the emotional
aspects are a bit more challenging. I wish to learn more so that one day, if I
encounter my soul mate, I will know what is happening and can respond
accordingly.”
“Ah, I see.”
Gaze narrowed, Rez walked around his desk to stand before Adam, his tailored
navy suit in direct contrast with the easy tropical luxury of the office’s
interior design. “I’m sorry, my friend, but that is knowledge even I can’t
conjure. True connection and intimacy between two people must grow
organically.” He crossed his arms and lowered his head. “Besides, with the
flare and our other guests, we don’t have much time. I’ll need your help to
guide the botanist to her orchid on the other side of the island. And I need
you to assess if she might be right for our other project.”
That project
included a new addition to the permanent staff on the island—a native species
conservationist. Available positions were rare at Dreamworld, and while Adam
appreciated Rez hiring another person to help share his workload, he would miss
his hours amongst the island’s forests, nurturing their growth and choosing
compatible new additions for the already rich ecosystem.
Disappointment
sparked through his circuits, though he did his best to hide it by adjusting
his wire-rimmed spectacles. “Of course, sir. Whatever you need.”
“Thank you,
Adam. Perhaps next weekend, when things aren’t so crazy, we can discuss your
gift again.”
“Fine, sir.
Shall I contact the botanist with her final boarding information?”
“Yes, please.”
Rez straightened, his expression thoughtful as he headed for the office door.
“Let her know everything will be ready when she arrives.” He stopped at the
threshold and turned back, his smile kind. “And don’t worry about making that
soul-deep connection, my friend. When the time is right, it will happen.
Perhaps when you least expect it.”

About the Author:

Traci is a USA Today Bestselling
Author of Contemporary and Paranormal Romance. Her stories feature sizzling
heroes full of dark humor, quick wits and major attitudes and heroines who are
smart, tenacious, and always give as good as they get. She holds an MFA in
Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University and she loves animals,
chocolate, coffee, hot British actors, and sarcasm—not necessarily in that
order.
 
Fluid
Emmerite
Sundberg
 

Book Description:

Iyonne has despaired of ever
finding the right woman for her. But when she crash-lands on a seemingly
uninhabited planet, she finds her. Sissiasandra has been alone for so long, the
last of her kind. She believes that she will never again know love. Until
Iyonne walks onto her beach. The two fall in love instantly, but there is one
big hurdle to their happy ending. Iyonne cannot live in the ocean, and
Sissiasandra cannot leave the sea to walk on land. Will they overcome their
separation or are they doomed to live alone forever?

About
the Author:

Sundberg is the friend of dragons
and mother of chinchillas. She spends her time pairing people with good books.
She lives in Pennsylvania with her two bunnies and five chinchillas.
Twitter: @writerchilla
You
Only Love Once
Serena
Jayne
 

Book Description:

Carpe
diem the hell out of love.
In the year 2222, venturing
outdoors is dangerous. Exposure to the searing ultraviolet rays of the sun
could turn anyone into a crispy critter. The ocean is a toxic stew of chemicals
and home to a horror show of mutant monsters. When a three-eyed creature skulks
out of the sea to nibble on Leo, his beautiful neighbor comes to the rescue.
Since the tragic accident that
resulted in Ivy’s cybernetic limb, she’s embraced the mantra “you only live
once,” but her dangerous plans might be more a death wish than a desire to
carpe diem the hell out of life.
Can Leo convince Ivy that nothing
makes a person feel more alive than taking a chance on love?

About the Author:

Serena Jayne loves experimenting
with different genres and mythologies. Anti-heroes and quirky characters are
her favorites to write. While her first love is paranormal fiction, the mundane
world provides plenty of plot bunnies. She studies Writing Popular Fiction at
Seton Hill University and is a member of Romance Writers of America.
Twitter: @SJ_Writer
Breakfast
on Pluto
Mary
Rogers

Book Description:

A chance encounter with a man she
could love causes Princess Kerrinda of Kerberos to make a choice – do what her
people expect and need, or follow her heart.
Prince Belloch may not be the one she chooses, but what happens if he
is?
Excerpt Breakfast on Pluto :
            Bell was drawn from his thousandth
bored musing about the view, or why he had windows here at all at the end of
the known ‘Way.   There was precious little to see but pitch
blackness and one or two stars that took squinting to even make out.  
“Humans
like them, they feel closed in without them.”  His father had always
maintained this was true and so he had windows, for whatever that view was
worth in the blackness surrounding the Hydra moon.  
What
piqued his attention was a woman, a vision, coming down the stairs so quickly
as to almost be running. He watched as every few steps she cast her eyes behind
her, him worrying she would fall down the steps still in front of her.
Then there was her face.  That, too, kept his attention.  
“Beautiful.”
That was what she was.  He had uttered the single word out loud,
despite it being a thought.  He sometimes forgot; his every word was
heard, his every action witnessed.
“Pardon
me, did you say something, your…?”  Nivens was always wondering what he
could do better.  All his staff was. Undeniably a perk, but also a pain.
He cut him off.
“I
did.”  He didn’t turn his head though, he kept his watch.  To his
relief, she made it down without mishap.  She frowned, and slowed her
step. Satisfied with that she saw or didn’t, he watched as she physically
changed.  Her face, now peaceful, had a small smile.  He would love
to know what that was about.  She was hiding from something or someone,
but it didn’t look imminent.  Life threatening.  As she moved on
gracefully, he guessed she had concluded she was ‘safe’ for a time.  
As
she got closer he noticed her eyes.  She was scanning for something.
She settled her gaze on the doors to the hotel.  Her mask of
serenity momentarily broken, storm clouds broke in those eyes, upset taking
over, then what he thought might be longing. She wanted, what? To go out? To
leave? She turned instead and followed the corridor to the far lobby.
“It seems we have a damsel in distress, Nivens.”  
Should he come to her aid? Perhaps. Bell would judge that later.
“That woman there, the one with the long inky hair.  Do we
know her?”
Nivens,
never comfortable taking his eyes off his charge, stepped in front of him.
After checking in all directions, he motioned for another guard.
Jeene’a, until now, was unobtrusively seated in the small bar area.
He rose, and quietly moved to them, replacing Nivens. When he did, Nivens
gave his attention to the woman in question. Bell sighed.
“We
do not.” Nivens moved back to him.  “Would we like to?”
“Yes.
Very much, but it appears the lady has trouble.”
Nivens’
eyes rounded, and his hand went to his weapon; it was an automatic reflex.
Bell moved forward; staying his hand.
“Not
for me, Nivens.  Her trouble is her own, and as I don’t know her, I don’t
have any idea what it is.”
“Would
you like us to find out?”
He
shouldn’t bother. Soon, nothing much would matter. He had one day left, what
harm could come of this?
“Yes.
But use discretion.  Find out what you can about her.  She’s
obviously staying here, find out where, if she is with others, and what is
known about her and them.”
“Your
wish.”  Nivens bowed, spoke briefly to Jeene’a, and went to do his
master’s bidding.
Bell
shook his head almost imperceptibly.  Getting what he wanted was easy.
Getting who he wanted?  He didn’t have that option.   
Maybe
one more… small “indiscretion” – as his father liked to call them – was in his
cards.  Another privilege he would soon give up.   
Bell
moved to the bar, sat down, and ordered a Fixthi’an.  The publican bowed
to him and made his favorite morning pick-me-up.  Sitting, drinking
slowly, he thought about the woman on the stairs. She was lovely. Despite the
interest she generated, he couldn’t very well have an indiscretion if he
was indiscreet.  If she knew who he was. What he was.
“Jeene’a,
there is a matter I wish to speak to you all about.  Gather everyone, will
you?”
One
hour later, it was done.  

About the Author:

Mary Rogers is a Brooklyn native
now living in Southern California with her husband, her kids, and too many
rescue animals. Completely addicted to romance – she decided to write it. She
is inspired by her swoon-worthy hubby, her children, her spoiled pets, and the
best friends in the universe. They teach her daily the meaning of love. She
also appreciates the wine.  
Tristan’s
Tryst
A.E.
Hayes
 

Book Description:

One mysterious being. Two lovers
who find her. Can this threesome handle the heat of this scorching summer?
Tristan works for the American
government, but rarely speaks about his job. Why? Because his job involves
intergalactic travel. Despite the fact that the year is 2041 and human beings
are now capable to travel at faster-than-light speeds, Tristan’s projects are
often kept secret – hidden even from his girlfriend, Cassandra.
When Tristan reveals to Cassandra
that they are going to take a special trip to Delmar, a planet located in a
different solar system that is mostly comprised of beaches and oceans,
Cassandra is ecstatic. The planet was recently discovered by Tristan and his
team, and so far, very few people have used it as a vacation spot.
Cassandra and Tristan pack their
bags and safely travel to Delmar, finding themselves surrounded by beautiful
beaches with white sand, sparkling turquoise waters, and a strange line of
trees lining the perimeter of the particular beach they have chosen to visit.
During some intense foreplay on
the deserted beach, Cassandra and Tristan are startled to hear movement coming
from the trees behind them. When they stop to look, they see a beautiful female
emerge. She tells them that her name is Lynx, and that she is an inhabitant of
the planet. Tristan is baffled, as he was unaware that the planet allowed for
immigration and human habitation. And when Lynx expresses her fondness for
Tristan’s body and Cassandra’s golden “star eyes,” Tristan and Cassandra find
themselves attracted to her. But should they give in to this strange, beautiful
inhabitant of Delmar? And if they do – what might possibly happen to them?

About
the Author:

A.E. Hayes is a published author
who has been writing since the age of four. She has been featured under various
pseudonyms in myriad novels, anthologies, poetry collections, music magazines,
and newspapers. Her memoir, “Shattered: Memoirs of an Amnesiac,” is set to be
released on September 12th, 2017.
She is currently finishing her
6th fiction novel, “On Common Ground,” writing for the upcoming sci-fi romance
anthology “Love Across the Universe,” (which will be released August 1st,
2017), as well as writing a paranormal sci-fi story for the upcoming graphic
novel “The Eynes Anthology.”
She studied English and Writing
at Hood College, where she earned her B.A., and later studied Fiction Writing
at The Johns Hopkins University in Baltimore. A.E. resides in Maryland with her
husband and son, and when she isn’t writing or singing (or doing both at the
same time), she spends her time drinking far too much coffee, logging miles by
pacing around the living room floor in order to make her Fitbit happy, studying
the violin, pretending to be a Cylon, and plotting ideas for several new
projects (which usually happens during her living room pacing time).
Twitter: @AE_Hayes

Breathless
L.
J. Longo

Book
Description:

A soldier and a café manager find
themselves trapped beneath the surface of a resort by the deadly beasts native
to the planet. As they fight to survive, they discover danger is a potent
aphrodisiac.
As part of a hidden military
outfit protecting rich civilians as they vacation on the resort planet Pangaea,
Nathan Oyola planned to keep secrets, fight aliens, and maybe tan under the
rays of an artificial sun.  What he did
not expect was to fall for his so-called boss, the manager of the café located
directly above the aliens’ nest. When the native wildlife starts behaving more
aggressive and strange than usual, how will Nathan keep them secret and keep
his new-found love safe.
All
B+ut You
Elsa
M. Carruthers
Genre: Science Fiction Romance
Publisher: Stars and Stone Books
Date of Publication: 1 August
2017
ISBN-10: 0-9977081-8-2
ISBN-13: 978-0-9977081-8-9
ASIN: B071JSHCGC

Book Description:

In a world where looks are so important
that Genetic Modification is standard procedure, how will those without Genetic
Modification cope, let alone find love?
Excerpt All B+ut You :
Jen was a medical researcher
until her status as a B+ blood type made her ineligible for genetic
modification and indirectly cost her a lucrative position. Soon, like all of
the other un-modifieds, she finds herself living and working in B-Town. She
passes her time trading books with her neighbors until they start coming for
minor medical advice and help. It’s not a glamorous life, but she is content
until she runs into Marsha, mysterious Gen-Mod who appears to be on the
run. 

About
the Author:

Elsa is a speculative fiction
writer, academic, and poet. She lives in California with her family. In 2011,
she earned her MFA in Creative Writing and English from Seton Hill University.
Since graduating, Elsa’s work has been published in several anthologies,
magazines, and e-zines.
Elsa is an active member of HWA,
RWA, SFPA, IAFA, and the Poetry Foundation. She regularly attends writing
conventions and loves meeting new people!
 
The
Pirates and the Pacifist
Cara
McKinnon

Book Description:

Kai doesn’t believe in violence.
Sam and Dek believe the ends justify the means. Will passion be enough to
bridge the gap between the pacifist sent to broker galactic peace and the space
pirates hired to keep him away at all costs?
Kaikoa met Sameer and Dek—leaders
of a crew of sometimes space pirates—when they abducted Kai and kept him from
attending an important peace summit. But when the pirates’ payment never
appeared and a gunship showed up instead, Kai, Sam, and Dek found themselves on
the same side of a galactic conflict–and tumbling headlong into a reckless
passion.
Now they are searching for the
truth about who hired the pirates to keep Kai from the summit—and whether the
enemy wants one side to win, or simply chaos in the galaxy. But when the allies
find the ones who double-crossed them on a terraformed resort moon, will Dek
and Sam follow their new lover’s pacifist wishes, or will the pirate code of an
eye for an eye tear their fragile threesome apart?
Excerpt The Pirates and the Pacifist :
Kaikoa pressed
his toes into the metal floor of the small cabin where he’d been kept captive
for the last two ship-cycles. He only knew the length of his imprisonment
because his jailors left the wall screen on. They wanted him to be able to keep
track of time passing—his voiceprint wasn’t authorized to change the
programming or turn it off. Thanks to the screen, he knew that in one more
cycle he would miss the meeting that had brought him from his quiet backwater
planet of Moanalani—haven for his people after the rising sea levels on old
Earth swamped their islands—to the central planets of the Trrbantu Cluster.
He hadn’t seen
his sibling Nai’a since before the pirates had boarded their small transport
ship and removed them to this larger vessel. Nai’a had been up in the cockpit,
doing whatever they did to pilot the ship, while he’d been down in the galley
making a meal.
Nai’a had
probably fought for their ship like one of the ancient demons of the depths.
Kai had been knocked unconscious by some kind of stunner almost immediately.
Not that he was ashamed by his failure to defend the ship. He’d been called to
speak at a peace conference, after all, not a battle strategy session.
The wall screen
helpfully displayed the latest news about the conference, which had predictably
devolved into posturing, name-calling, and chest-beating, at least on the part
of the media anchors. Kai had hopes that the actual delegates—who’d been
forbidden from giving interviews to the press until afterward—were keeping
their composure better.
He should have
been there already, and his absence would put several important pieces of the
treaty his faction had proposed in jeopardy. He and Nai’a had hoped that by
taking their small, independent transport, they would avoid exactly the
situation they’d landed in.
The door of the
cabin opened, and three large humanoids entered. Two were actually human—a male
and female—and the third was a splice.
If anyone should
have wanted Kai to make it to the peace conference, it should have been a
splice. If things fell apart, all of the mixed human-and-alien beings would be
at risk.
But this one
might not know that. Someone else did—someone who didn’t want Kai to succeed,
and had hired these pirates to keep him away from the summit. The question
was—was it a member of the league who wanted the insurgents eradicated, or a
member of the human faction who actually thought they could win?

About
the Author:

Cara McKinnon is the author of
the Fay of Skye fantasy romance series. She is addicted to adding magic to
other genres and creating fantasy hybrids. She earned her MFA in Writing
Popular Fiction at Seton Hill University, where she found her writing tribe.
She lives on the East Coast of the US with her husband, two kids, and an oversized
lapdog named Jake.
The
Princess of Sands
M.T.
DeSantis

Book Description:

The solar panel that powers the
Sand Palace Hotel on planet Andala is failing. The hotel’s tyrannical owner
will go to any length to secure a new panel, including arranging a marriage for
his only daughter, Eliara Desanthar. Unable to reconcile marrying to benefit
her father, Eliara sneaks aboard a ship in the castle’s landing bay, ready to
make her escape.
But this ship is no ordinary
vessel. It carries Prince Randroth of Belmret, who is on a diplomatic mission
to Andala. When Eliara accidentally tries to hide in the prince’s chambers,
Randroth vows to protect the terrified but beautiful girl, even if it means
destroying relations between the two planets.
Unaware Randroth is her
betrothed, Eliara returns with him to Belmret, where fun-in-the-sun, deep passion,
and trapping revelations await.
And the truth might not set them
free.
Excerpt The Princess of Sands :
The door of
Randroth’s chamber slid open with a nearly silent hiss. “About time,” Idgmet
said in his nasal voice and shuffled inside. He wore a one-piece bright
lavender jumpsuit, complete with silver trim. Belmret fashion had done some odd
things over the years, but this was the strangest. Idgmet fixed Randroth with a
quizzical stare. “I hope you are not wearing that to meet your bride-to-be?”
Randroth tugged
on the simple black trousers and adjusted the blue tunic he wore, a match for
Andala’s oceans. He’d chosen the outfit purposefully to appeal to
Desanthar—blue for Andala’s oceans, black because it would let the blue stand
out. He would only get one chance to make a good impression. This was not the
time for Idgmet’s idea of style.
“In fact, I am,”
Randroth said.
Idgmet made a
noise in the back of his throat, either distaste or disdain. A line appeared
between his perfectly trimmed silver-painted eyebrows for only a second before
the squire schooled his features. “Very well. I didn’t come to discuss your
clothing, much as the topic needs addressing. Your father wishes me to remind
you how crucial the securing of this union is.”
“Does he?”
Randroth couldn’t keep the derision from his voice. This marriage had come
suddenly and without warning or reason, at least none Randroth could detect.
Belmret was not poor and, thus, in no need of a financial alliance with the
riches of Desanthar’s tourism business. For all his money, Desanthar was not
royalty, and so the wedding was not for political gain. In short, there was
absolutely no reason why Randroth had to wed now, and to a girl he’d never met.
“And did my father happen to explain to you why it is so important? He left out
those details when discussing it with the son who is to be wed.”
“You know how
much Belmret’s safety and future mean to your father.” Idgmet delivered his
rote response in a flat tone. The underlying meaning was clearer than Belmret’s
lavender oceans. There was still no reason for the union, or at least no reason
Randroth’s father would disclose.
“I do.” Randroth
folded his arms. The shirt pulled a bit at his shoulders. He’d filled out some
since last wearing it. “But safety with not even an implied threat is not a
reason to force marriage upon your child.”
“All due
respect, Your Highness.” Idgmet held up the pointer finger of his left hand.
His silver nail polish exactly matched the trim of his suit and his eyebrows.
“I do not have time to argue about this. We must disembark.”
Randroth blew
out a breath. There was no winning. He would leave the ship, meet Desanthar’s
daughter, and wed in three days. “Very well.”
Idgmet spun on
one heel. When he reached the door, it opened. He shuffled through, leaving
Randroth to sulk in a most unprincely manner. All his life, Randroth thought
he’d marry for love, like the princes and knights in the book of fairy tales he
kept beside his bed. Whenever royal life got to be too much, he had read one of
the old tales as a reminder of how his life could be. He should have known
reality could never resemble fanciful stories in books, especially in matters
of love. It wasn’t fair.
But then, what
in his life was fair? He was a prince. Royalty did what needed to be done.
Randroth straightened, squaring his shoulders and closing his eyes to collect
himself. He drew in a deep breath and let it go slowly. If he must wed
Lemswurth Desanthar’s daughter for some undisclosed reason, he would do it,
sands be his witness.
The chamber door
hissed open.
Randroth
expelled the last of his breath in a huff. And if he had to put up with
Idgmet’s impatience, he would do his best not to strangle the squire. “I said I
would be right there.” He opened his eyes.
Idgmet wasn’t in
the doorway. It was a girl. Her blonde hair fell in a mess of waves to her
waist, and a faint pink colored her cheeks.
A tugging
sensation pulled at Randroth’s heart. She looked like someone in trouble. He
stood. “Are you all right?”
The girl jerked.
Her head snapped up and around. She blinked wide green eyes at him, and the
pink in her cheeks drained to a terrified white. She lurched backwards.
“Wait!” Randroth
rushed to the door and captured her delicate wrist between his fingers. She
trembled under his touch. Or had she already been trembling? “How did you get
on this ship?”
The girl opened
and closed her mouth. “I…” She swallowed with an audible gulp. “I need to get
off the planet. My father…can you help me?”
The tug now
tried to yank Randroth’s heart in two. One end pummeled him with duty and
responsibility. He was supposed to stay on Andala and meet Desanthar’s
daughter. In the other direction, there was still no reason for the marriage.
The truth crumbled Randroth’s sense of duty. Forget trouble, this girl had the
look of a caged animal. She ran, maybe for her life. He couldn’t leave her to
fend for herself.
“Of course I
can,” Randroth said.
Relief fell over
the girl’s face like a curtain. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”
A chill ran
through Randroth at the gratitude in her voice. An iron determination followed.
Whoever this girl’s father was, Randroth would do anything in his power to
protect her. He pulled her into the room until the door slid closed. “What is
your name?”
“Eliara,” the
girl said.
“A lovely name,”
Randroth said. It fit her well. He bowed his head. “I am Prince Randroth of
Belmret, at your humble service.”
Eliara’s emerald
eyes widened. “Prince?” She lurched into a bow. “Forgive me, Your Highness. I—”
“It is nothing.”
He tipped her chin up with one finger. A current like electricity seemed to
spark where his skin met hers. The current spiraled into a desire to pull her
closer, feel her delicate body against his. “Please,” his voice rasped with the
desire coursing through his blood, “call me Randroth.”

About
the Author:

 

M.T. DeSantis currently resides
in a small city on the U.S. eastern seaboard. When not writing, she can be
found practicing yoga, attempting to answer trivia questions at restaurants, or
plotting her next adventure.
Renewal
Oriana
Maret
 

Book Description:

She’ll brave the arms of
destruction to shed the arms that betrayed.
When Kestrel discovers Mercer is
alive and well, she embarks on a dangerous journey to escape the pain of his
jilt. When Mercer turns the tables, Kestrel discovers the true meaning of
betrayal, and the ultimate cost of love.
Excerpt Renewal:
Kestrel plucks
the buds from her ears and taps her temple. The ocular screen behind her eyes
flickers and cancels the antique film’s rolling credits. Her Galaxy Delivers
Inc. queue slides in place and flashes amber for her attention, but her vision
blurs. Next time when she’s supposed to be sorting Galaxy delivery jobs and not
doing her volunteer museum job she’ll preview a sci-fi meat-grinder like The
Whirling Vortex for the annual ancient films festival. She palms her eyes dry.
Not some thrashing B-list not happily-ever-after space-love pile of…
“Rot,” she
whispers.
A film in which
the leading lady dies of Veneda Syndrome is no romance. Veneda’s a horrible
illness of rogue cell necrosis. The Vortex’s star dies in her lover’s arms
within meters of the molecular diagnostic tool that could have saved her life.
The guy is no hero.
With a burst of
heat, Kestrel kicks the size twelve feet entangled with her size sevens. The
guy’s cubicle is in the next row over, and she’s never met him, so who cares?
“Hey!” His
complaint is muffled behind the tall gray partition. “Watch it.”
“Keep your feet
to yourself,” she mutters.
Unlike her
co-workers’ empty, gray desktops, hers is littered with antique novelties. All
gifts from him. Mercer.
Kestrel picks up
the tarnished silver spoon and taps the scented candle. A calendar of curling
paper the color of jaundiced skin leans against the back partition, and a
busted pair of wire rim glasses rest like a paperweight on top of her spacer
license.
Mercer helped
her earn the license. It’s worth spit these days because of Tabara Gold’s
desquamation. A sister planet that peels off chunks of its surface the size of
mountains tends to discourage transportation and trade.
She grips her
chair’s metal arms and rollers back because the room shrinks. Her cubicle
wedges into a precise row of ten cubicles in a room of ten rows. The room is
the in the bowels of a building stretching one hundred stories into the world’s
ocher skies. The circulator pump hisses chemicals smelling of antiseptic. She
sips air with shallow breaths.
The yellowed
calendar’s single digit number mocks her, and she can’t look away because
Mercer proposed marriage exactly one year ago. Then he disappeared. Now he’s
back.
The gossip
grills who document Adalon City’s social scene breathlessly welcome him home.
Apparently Mercer’s shadow is enough to send females ages two to
one-hundred-seventeen into vapes. Men want Mercer for cards, bar jaunts,
investment advice, jet races….
Three days have
passed since she’s learned he’s alive. Three. Days.
His silence
roars.
There’s only one
answer why he hasn’t blasted down her door and fallen to his knees to beg
forgiveness for agony she’s suffered. He regretted his proposal because she
never fit Adalon’s scene—that rarified air that makes the gossip grills
slather. His silence means she should move on with her life because he is.
Love is a like a
sponge. It absorbs and expands beyond its capacity, but when it dries up it’s
stiff and useless. Her friends say she just has to get back in the game—rewet
that sponge! If not for Tabara Gold’s annoying skin peel, she’d blast through
Adalon’s ochre skies, break clean of Jaster’s gravitational pull, and run and
run and never stop.
Instead, she’s
here.
Operators’ voices
hum as each processes color-coded delivery jobs. Giant boards rule the walls.
Electric blue letters flicker and scroll with jobs pouring in at a rate of two
every fifteen-point-three seconds. Topside, a swarm of Galaxy’s delivery jocks
in the company’s blue and gold receive the orders, upload the message or take
possession of the package, and speed away on jetters Adalon’s enforcers decry
as a public menace.
“Thrashing-A,
Kes,” Yallo’s voice drags her back. “You got a thrashing blue.”
Heads pop up. Blue…ah,
blue…rolls off every tongue.
Kestrel launches
to her feet. A job coded red is bound for Jaster’s far side; pink is for local
delivery. Blue—beautiful, brilliant, and rare blue—is OWDR: off-world delivery
required, baby. The blue’s five minutes old. She snatches her spacer license,
and the universe propels her into the lift.
Adalon’s
delivery industry is no place for swimmers afraid of sharks. Theodosia Galaxy’s
balls live in one tower, and her body in another. Theo will go for the other
companies’ jugulars to win the off-world job, especially since Tabara Gold
chokes Jaster’s economy.
Kestrel taps the
quarter-sized button marked 100, and the reflective gold doors slide shut.
She’s a big-eyed, tight-jawed slash of pale skin in loose clothing drenched in
shadows.
There’s only one
way to clear the dust of this past year’s desert experience. Theodosia will
want the blue’s fat commission, and Kestrel will fly the mother-thrashing
package down the throat of a black hole if it means putting space, and lots of
it, between her and Mercer.

About
the Author:

Oriana Maret is a science fiction
writer whose careers include the military, corporate sales and management in
cancer genetic diagnostics, and nonprofit brand management. She’ll earn an
M.F.A. in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University in 2018.
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Luna by Garon Whited – Book Tour + #Giveaway

07/08/17

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Luna
by Garon Whited
Genre: SciFi, Fantasy, Dystopian
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“It’s the end of the world, and I have the best seat in the house.”
Armageddon has arrived. It’s not as bad as we thought.
The world is in trouble.
Correction.
The world is ending and soon. The last days are coming and humanity
is unable to stop it. Naturally, humanity has a backup plan.
Welcome to the Moon, where the air is thin, life is hard, and the Earth isn’t
fit to live on.
Now, how can we make things better?
Luna is Garon Whited’s science fiction and fantasy story of one man
surviving the end of the world despite it’s many obvious obstacles
and his attempt to save some of humanity.


From the very first line, “Luna” grabs the reader. Where most
books start with a world in trouble and ride the story on in to the
Last Days, “Luna” starts with the ultimate end of the world
and flies forward into the future.
The end of the world has never been quite so entertaining. Crushing
despair, soaring hope, and the stubborn determination of humanity all
come together in a story told by a man in the middle of it
all.
Welcome to the Moon, the new home of humanity.
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Garon Whited was supposedly born in either 1969 or 1970; the original birth
certificate is suspiciously unavailable and other records do not agree.
After spending some years in college playing with computers, he finally
joined a radical group of jellyfish herding nomads. Having fought
zombie dolphins, quasi-corporeal spirits, and brain-sucking mole
rats, he is uniquely qualified to write fantastic fiction. His
subsequent attempts at professional salsa repairman and ley line
salesman met with similar success. He claims to live in Texarkana, on
Earth, but people have been known to disagree.
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Winter’s Kiss by K.G. Stutts -Book Tour + #Giveaway

22/07/17

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Winter’s Kiss
Amethyst Chronicles Book 1
by K.G. Stutts
Genre: SciFi Romance
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Amethyst is a secret team of genetically enhanced humans which is Earth’s
greatest defensive weapon. Leading the team of super soldiers is
Ember Wilson, a tough woman with a huge chip on her shoulder. The
team gets their name from the after effect of the Genesis Project
which turned their eyes and even their blood purple.
For decades, Earth has been ravaged by unpredictable weather which began
to cause crops to fail. Most of the planet’s food sources have
deteriorated. Dr. Clayton Rudo has proclaimed he has the means to
save the soil. He has created a weather machine to regulate and help
replenish. But Ember knew the truth. He didn’t want to save the
planet. He wanted to control it. Amethyst destroyed the machine, but
was placed in stasis. Two years later, Rudo recreated the device and
has frozen Washington, DC and the west coast of the United States.
General Tom Blanchard brought Amethyst out of stasis to work with an elite
Air Force team, led by Major Liam Ross. Tensions between Ember and
Liam rise as they butt heads. Can they work together before Earth is
completely under ice?
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Croceus Poison
Amethyst Chronicles Book 2
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Ember lost it all when she lost Amethyst.
Now, as she recovers physically she must come to terms with her new
reality. The struggle to find herself again will push those who care
the most away even the men who love her.
In time, an opportunity to recreate her transformation presents itself.
Will she risk herself to find what she had? Is it worth her team? Her
heart?…
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Past Reflections
Amethyst Chronicles Book 3
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An accident has sent Ember Wilson one thousand years into the past!
Suddenly face to face with Drs. Madison Brooks and Mackenzie Rhodes,
two women who are legends in her time and the foundation of what will
be her world and their families. Ember is surprised to find that she
connects with the fabled group, especially with Logan Brooks, a
strong, handsome man who she can’t get out of her head. At first she
is content to kick back and enjoy her time before the brilliant
women can restore the timeline until she learns the storied
team needs her help to ensure the future happens.
With the future now riding on her, Ember faces a challenge that will test
even her abilities and skills. Will she make it back to her time?
Destiny intervenes as the future becomes entangled in the past in a
showdown for any decade.
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**Coming in September! **
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K.G. Stutts is the author of several sci-fi romance series as well as a
few romance stories. She has a degree in massage therapy. As a
contributor to Independent Writers Association (IWA) her insights can
be seen regularly there and on her own blog at kgstutts.blogspot.com
and her website at kgstutts.com


When she’s not weaving words, she enjoys reading, playing RPGs, hockey,
wrestling, and football, and is a big sci-fi nerd. Currently she
resides in North Carolina, USA with her husband, Brad.
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Slipspace:Harbinger by P.c. Haring – Book Tour

06/07/17

 

 

Slipspace: Harbinger

Book 1

P.C. Haring

Genre:  Sci-Fi/Space Opera
Date of Publication: 5/1/17
ISBN: 978-1545253663
ASIN: B06Y4MW2VT
Number of pages: 336
Word Count: 110,600
Cover Artist: Starla Hutchton
Tagline:  The War went cold a decade ago…

Book Description:

A fringe colony world has gone dark, and Captain Cody Amado and the crew of the ISPA’s newest battle cruiser, Mjöllnir, must respond and investigate. No one is prepared for the destruction that awaits them.
Agendas collide as the bonds of duty, loyalty, and family are tested, and the major governments position themselves to prepare for what is to come next. With interstellar tensions rising, the crew of the Mjöllnir race to discover the connection between the colony’s destruction, an alien society so reclusive it has only been rumored about, and an enemy that disappeared a decade prior.
Is this merely an isolated incident, or is this a harbinger of much darker things still to come?

Excerpt:

October 13, 2832
06:30
Mjöllnir –
Captains Quarters
Morning came too
soon for the Amados, much to Nira’s chagrin.
Together, she and Cody made their way through the endless
corridors.  With the Mjöllnir just a few
minutes out from Artez, the decks were buzzing with activity as the crew
prepared for as many contingencies as could be planned. 
They exchanged a
brief kiss before going their separate ways- Nira towards the Med-deck and
Cody  to OpCom as Cassie’s voice echoed
through the ship’s public address system announcing their pending arrival and
setting the ship at condition two.  He
stepped through the hatch and found the ship’s command center no exception to
the activity about the rest of the ship.
The traffic on deck paused to give the Captain room to move to his
station and log in. 
“Give me a
sit-rep,” The Captain ordered.
Cassie stepped
to the opposite side of the central station.
She betrayed no anger or frustration.
Any animosity she had towards him lay buried behind as much
professionalism she could muster.
“We can’t find
an exit aperture. According to navigational charts, we’re well within range of
the outer guide-buoys, but there’s no sign of them.  We’ve also tried to raise the gate on comms,
but no luck.”
“Deploy a
replacement buoy,” he spoke to Cassie.
“We’ll have to make a blind exit.
Hopefully it won’t be in the middle of an engagement.” 
He paused and
reviewed the data.  “Still, best be
prepared.” 
He stepped away
from the console and turned to the deck.
“Sound General Quarters!  Set
condition one throughout the ship!”
The order
relayed through the chain of command.
The Mjöllnir’s klaxon rang out only seconds later and the already busy
decks burst into further action.  Two
minutes later, Cassie turned from her console.
“All rail
positions are manned and armed.  Main
cannons are charging.  ECM is charging
and calibrated full negative; frequency coverage at ninety seven percent.  Replacement nav-com buoy has been
deployed.  ETA to Artez…,” she paused
to check her watch. “Three minutes.”
“Good work.”
“Captain, we’re
close enough to pick up preliminary data,” the navigator reported.  “Without the buoy, we’re without detail, but
I’m detecting over one hundred separate energy signatures.  The data is too obscure to plot an exit
trajectory.”
The display in
front of Cody updated, a wave of distortion sweeping out from center, erasing
old information and leaving new data in its wake. 
“There go my
hopes of not walking into a fight,” Cody muttered.  “Pilot, overshoot the combat area!  Tear us an exit to normal space and double
back!”
“Aye, Skipper!”
The deck rumbled
as the ship tore itself into normal space.
Without the aid of a functioning gate, the transition came with far more
violence.  The ship shuddered and bucked,
throwing both Amados off balance, and a few crewmen to the deck.  Cody and Melor exchanged looks of tepid
relief.  He noted that even as an
emergency maneuver, one within the ship’s tolerances, the blind exit always
carried dangerous risk. 
Power
transitioned to the Mjöllnir’s sub light engines as the pilots brought her
about and proceeded on course at flank speed.
As they
approached the edge of the zone, the first signs of debris floated past the
ship.  The pilot and navigator avoided it
with ease but soon found the ship surrounded by hull fragments from broken
fighters.  This was no surprise as
fighter wings always took high casualties.
“ECM to full,
activate all fixed weapon positions and roll the Gryphons onto the tarmac,”
Cassie ordered. 
Cody continued
to study the out-of-focus holograms on the central display.  The objects still showed as general spheres,
indicating the sensor’s inability to obtain a full resolution scan.
“Can we clear up
this interference any time soon?” Cassie asked.
In response,
Melor turned to a secondary console.
“I’m trying, Commander.  There are
a lot of cross signals out there preventing us from getting a full resolution
scan on the area.”  She transferred a
data module from one console to another.
The device whirred to life as she accessed its programming.  “However,” she muttered as she worked, “I
have a couple of algorithms up my sleeve.
I’m bringing them online right…”
At the same
time, all screens and displays showing the battle zone refreshed to show its
data at full resolution.  Melor, Aler,
and both Amados looked to the center and watched. 
“My God,” Cassie
muttered.
No one
responded.  Everyone’s eyes locked on the
displays and the sensor returns.  Op-Com
fell silent save for the humming of the ship’s engines and the beeping of the
computers.  No one moved, as they stood
locked in a trance of awe and horror.
The Mjöllnir’s engines powered down as they arrived at the
coordinates.  What should have been a
fully functional slipgate was little more than a field of burning hulk and
slag. 
“The
station…it’s just gone,” Cassie said, to no one in particular.
After what
seemed like an eternity, Melor turned back to her console.  “Sensors are detecting no weapon signatures,
no power signatures…”

 

“This isn’t a
battle zone,” Cody stated. “It’s a graveyard.”
 

About the Author:

A fan of Science Fiction from an early age P.C. Haring has always been one of those who looked up at the night sky and wondered “what if…”
P.C. Haring made his debut as a writer and podcast novelist on 01/01/10 with Cybrosis. This production met with a strongly favorable response that propelled it to number four on the Podiobooks.com Top Ten list when it was re-launched there that October. His audio fiction can also be heard in Scott Sigler’s The Crypt: Book 1 — The Crew and in Philippa Ballantine’s Chronicles of the Order anthology. His contribution for Tales from the Archives, co-produced by Philippa Ballantine and Tee Morris, won him the 2012 Parsec Award for Best Short Story. This momentum propelled P.C. Haring into publishing Cybrosis as well as his latest project, Slipspace: Harbinger independently.
When he isn’t developing new projects for podcast and publication, P.C. Haring works as a corporate accountant in the Chicagoland area and as a husband to his beautiful wife.
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Pneuma Series by Serena Kearney – Book Tour + #Giveaway

03/07/17

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Pneuma
Pneuma Series Book 1
by Serena Kearney
Genre: SciFi, Supernatural Romance
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Estelle Caldwell caused a war with her birth.
Estelle Caldwell has friends, family…everything a girl could ask for. But
as she looks back on her life andher birthday approaches, weird
things start to happen.


Questions are left unanswered. Her feelings are starting to become clear for
the one she’s been in love with her whole life.
People she knows start to become strangers to her.
She has to leave to protect them… to
protect…
him.

 

pneu·ma
ˈn(y)o͞omə/
noun
the
vital spirit, soul, or creative force of a person.

 

Do you know what it feels like to hold fate in your hand?
Was it fate that my whole life got turned upside down?
He was the reason I had to leave.
Making the sacrifice caused my heart to rip in two.
I wanted normalcy. I wanted my life to be my own.
But it’s nothing without the people I love, and it’s for
the people I love that I have to leave.
Fate.
Please be kind.
Will he still remember me?
Will our first and last kiss be one and the
same?
Please remember.
Please be with me.
Family is tested.
Memories are everywhere.
Love is one of the biggest
reliefs and hurts you can have at the same time.
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“Get her out of here! Now!” Gramps commanded. They didn’t hesitate and pulled my arms the opposite direction and my feet followed as I ran with them. I looked back just as we were about to turn the corner and saw Borin stand tall and push Larry back with his heavy arms. Gramps fell to the ground.
A wave flooded through me. A wave of intense violence.
“NO!” I screamed and quickly turned back, seizing my arms away from their grasps, heading back to help Gramps. I could hear Reed and Kent’s footsteps run back after me. But I didn’t care. I was not about to leave him. He was rubbing his head as Borin stood over him, about to place a hand on him.
“Don’t you touch him!” The voice that came out of my mouth was unrecognizable. I ran to him, holding out my arms to shove him away.
My body felt unfamiliar. My feet lightweight. My arms tingled as I felt a sensation rise to my shoulders, down my forearms, and out my fingertips.
Before I could even touch Borin, he flew away from Gramps’ side and slammed into a garbage receptacle a few feet away, causing a dent with his body.

 

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Surge
Pneuma Series Book 2
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***The continuation from Book One- Pneuma***

Follow Estelle and Reed’s journey in Book Two- Surge.

 

surge
/surj/
noun
1. a strong, wavelike, forward movement, rush, or sweep.
2. a strong, swelling, wavelike volume or body of
something.

 

Confusion.
Jealousy.
Possession.

 

When I find out our link isn’t complete, we have a whole other journey
to discover.
Through pain, sweat, and a full out war between the planets, it is laid, not
only on my shoulders, but Reeds as well.
And when I find out who Vega has captured and what he has in store for
us, I am going to need everyone’s help in the process.
Can I do what I am fated to do?
Will our love survive?
Or will it be a tornado destroying everything in it’s path?
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“I’m sure she can handle herself.” Jovian tugged again at my arm, pulling me away from Reed’s body, but his grip staying strong.
“Uh, you guys–” I cleared my throat.
“I’m sure she can too.” Reed cut me off. They were in their own world. Their world where they were about to maul each other in front of my eyes.
“Hey! You guys need to get some food!” The tornado feel of our swirling energies started to dissipate as Dennis stepped into our circle, one hand on each of their shoulders. Their death gazes were still locked onto each other. Reed’s piercing blue eyes were waves of rage, while Jovian’s golden eyes were shining with nothing but heated ire.
I snatched my arm from Jovian’s grasp and moved my waist away from Reed’s. “Yes, Dennis, I am starving!”
“All right, come on, guys!” Dennis stepped into my place, moving me out of the way, and got in between Jovian and Reed, squeezing them tightly with his arms wrapped around their shoulders.

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Camatic
Pneuma Series Book 3
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camatic
/ka-ma-tik/
noun
A pair of beings who have formed an unbreakable, metaphysical link.
They often experience heightened levels of ESP, including telepathy,
telekinesis, and remote viewing.
EARTH
The first place I called home.
The place I lived.
The place I fell in love.
The place my family
raised me.
The place I formed
everlasting bonds.
Can I ignore the ache in my chest when all I see through their eyes
is
hate and built up hostility?
When I think I am done with one war, I have another to deal with.
Can I do this?
Will I be brave enough?
Reed gives me strength.
Earth is my home.
I will save it.
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“We are not your enemies!” I yelled as the others came and circled around me, their bodies crouched, ready to fight anyone who came near. The humans left their guns in the air and all pulled out knives or daggers from their pockets, ready to kill us through hand-to-hand combat.
“Es, this isn’t fair, we can kill them easily, what do we do?” Dennis whispered from in front of me. With a motion of my hand, I turned the hovering guns and pointed them back at their owners. The humans’ hands lifted in surrender.
“If we were your enemies, I could kill you right now!” I took another breath. They had so much fear, yet so much strength in their eyes. I softened my voice to say, “Is this what you want?”
No one answered. An arrow came flying through the protective circle around me and near my head, but my eyes stopped it in its place, then broke it in half, dropping to the floor.
“That doesn’t mean shit! You’re an alien and we want you gone!” a deep voice yelled, one that I knew all too well. Dennis stood up straight from his crouched posture; he knew too, along with Reed. I threw the guns onto the ground, distracted, as I moved out of the circle they made and stepped forward.
I scanned the shadows, but didn’t see anything. But I could feel him. Those green eyes were planted on me. “Show your face, Kent!”

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I am a Leo. Born August 10, living on the east coast. I self-published
my first novel, PNEUMA, November 2014, and it’s hasn’t stopped
since.
One of my biggest problems was having too much to read. Now my newfound
problem; having too much to write and not enough hands to type it
out. Not enough brains to put the stories together fast enough. Not
enough tea or coffee to keep me awake 24/7.
So, like every normal person, I have to take it one day at a time.
My cravings for sweets keep me going, any sort of cakes (especially red
velvet), pies, cookies, and ice cream.
I have a cat named Bongo-Bongo, who loves to get in my way when I’m
trying to work, but is too cute for me to fight him off.
And then I have my family, specifically my husband, who puts up with my
endless nights, my tapping of the keyboard, my ridiculous
imagination, and yet, he always encourages me to believe in myself
and follow my dreams.
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The Finder by J.E. Lorin

27/06/17

 


The Finder

J.E. Lorin

Genre: LGBT Sci Fi Romance
Date of Publication: March 15, 2017
ISBN: 978-1520967554
ASIN: B06XGCNBP3
Number of pages: 284
Word Count: 99,630
Cover Artist: Everpage Designs

Book Description:

At the age of sixteen, August Goodson developed a strange and mysterious power overnight: he can find people. Victims of murder, suicide, kidnapping, accidents, and rape; August can find them all, usually dead, but sometimes still alive.
Nine years later finds August volunteering his services to the police. He’s still smarting from the loss of his long-time love Dante, who cheated on him with his best friend, and harbors a deep crush on the incredibly handsome, and oh-so-straight, Detective Luke Williams. But there are bigger concerns on August’s mind: a serial killer is loose in the city, one whose victims are a little too much like him for comfort.
When August finds a living victim who may be one of the serial killer’s, he’s drawn even deeper into the case. Will he make it out alive, or will he soon be the one in need of finding?

Excerpt:

Help me.
My eyes popped
open to a pitch black room. For a few seconds, I lay where I was, sprawled on
my back in my own bed. I wasn’t sure yet whether the voice I’d heard was real
or whether I’d dreamed it. The room was unusually silent. My tiny studio
apartment was normally filled with the sounds of the downtown street below. Not
now, though, so I figured it must be late. Even the drunks had gone to sleep.
Everything was still, quiet; I convinced myself I must have been dreaming. Just
as I closed my eyes, I heard it again.
Help me.
Groaning, I
rolled onto my side. With one hand, I groped for my cellphone on the end table,
knocking something off in the process. Whatever it was, I didn’t hear it break,
so I shrugged it off. I’d figure it out later. My hand landed on the phone. I
picked it up, pushing the button to light up the screen; it was only three-thirty
in the morning. I groaned again. I really didn’t want to get out of bed but it
had to be done; the voice wouldn’t go away on its own. I could ignore it, but
that had never worked out. I refused to go through that again.
Grumbling, I
clambered out of bed and snatched the jeans I’d shucked off only a couple of
hours before. Being sort-of psychic can be a real pain in the ass. I never know
when a voice is going to call to me. It could be like now, in the middle of the
night. It could be while I’m at work, which means I have to have a flexible
job. Or it could be during the middle of sex, which makes relationships
difficult, especially since I don’t like to tell people about what I can do.

 

 

Having a psychic
ability is also weird. It doesn’t always work and I have no idea of the full
extent of it. Sometimes I can do something useful, like avert a crime or a
death. Most times I just find dead bodies. I know it’s a turn off. Most people,
I figure, don’t want to get with a guy who’s basically a cadaver dog.
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About the Author:

J.E. Lorin was born and raised in Michigan. After receiving a Bachelor’s degree in Germanic Studies from Indiana University, she lived in six different states before landing in the San Diego area, where she resides with her husband and their cat and dog. Her mission is to write interesting stories that just so happen to have a little sex in them.
@JELorinNovels
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The Powder Horn of Mackinac Island by Sandy Carlson – Book promo

25/06/17

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The Powder Horn of Mackinac Island by Sandy Carlson

Genre: Middle Grade (8-12

 

year old reader) Science

 

Fiction, or for the

 

historically-minded adult

 

Word Count: 34,000

 

About the book

Arianna’s family now owns a souvenir shop on Mackinac Island, the perfect place to make money fo

Arianna’s family now owns a souvenir shop on Mackinac Island, the perfect place to make money for her paraplegic brother’s surgery. No motor vehicles are allowed but there are plenty of horses, making the island safe enough for Luc to have mobile freedom in his wheelchair all summer long.

When Arianna and Luc accidentally discover that a powder horn that’s been in their family for many generations can send them back in time to 1793, they meet their great-great-great-great-great-grandfather, the person who carved the treasure map on the powder horn. How can the siblings convince their ancestor to let them in on its secrets?

To complicate things, Luc finds he can walk there, in the past, and he doesn’t want to return to the present where his surgery is uncertain, and a wheelchair may be his life. Arianna must choose between discovering the treasure and bringing her brother back to the present.

 

excerpt

The family plan was to head north, but my best friends Bella and Caitlyn were hopeful I would find options, alternatives, additional possibilities. I’d heard the reasons why I had to go with Mom and Dad and Luc to northern Michigan for the summer, and why my older sister got to stay home. I wouldn’t have minded so much if only it wasn’t sixteen million miles from Chicago, and for the entire summer. My protests about the unfairness of me having to go came up as empty as downtown Chicago during a blizzard.

“I could stay home with Melissa,” I suggested as I handed Mom a dirty supper plate for the dishwasher. “We’d almost never fight.”

“You know Melissa needs to earn money this summer for college,” Mom said. “And Delly’s Deli will pay her more than we could. It’s simple economics.”

Without consulting me, simple economics entailed dumping all our family money into purchasing a souv

Without consulting me, simple economics entailed dumping all our family money into purchasing a souvenir shop. They expected to make bundles of money to cover my brother Luc’s operation and have enough left over to be rich-rich-rich. Maybe enough for a family trip to Europe or a flight to the moon.

Worst part? They planned to turn Luc and me into store slaves for the summer.

No, the really worst part was I wouldn’t get to see my friends all summer long. What good is having a summer vacation without your friends? It was going to be torturously long. I did want Luc to get his operation, and I wasn’t out to make things difficult for Melissa. I just wanted to stay home, too. Be with my friends. That’s all.

Mom put on her teacher smile. “Staying here will be good preparation for Melissa being on her own. Besides, the Simons are next door, and Rachel Simons practically lives over here, anyway. Melissa won’t be lonely.”

“I could stay to make sure. Help chaperone them or something,” I said, putting on my most brilliant smile.

Mom shook her head no while putting the last of the silverware into the dishwasher.

“Maybe I could stay with Caitlyn’s family, or Bella’s?” As soon as the words fell from my mouth I wished them back. Too late. Mom had already rolled her eyes. I shouldn’t have included Bella’s p

“Maybe I could stay with Caitlyn’s family, or Bella’s?” As soon as the words fell from my mouth I wished them back. Too late. Mom had already rolled her eyes. I shouldn’t have included Bella’s parents in that plan.

“Arianna Jean Trebuche.” Her using my whole name was like turning the lock on a door. End of any back and forth discussion. “It’ll be a fun adventure,” she said.

Read that as Boring!

“There’s lots to do on Mackinac Island besides the store,” she continued. “Bikes and horses to ride. You might even dress up in some of those period costumes from the eighteenth century. Wouldn’t that be fun? Besides, Luc needs you.”

“Luc needs me like he needs a fifth wheel. You baby him way too much, Mom.” I turned and headed upstairs to my room.

Some pe

Some people think people in wheelchairs are helpless. They don’t know our Luc. He’s smart, clever, funny, and wins races. He’s not treated differently because he’s stuck in a wheelchair, it’s because in our family, Luc, at ten, is the youngest. Melissa’s seventeen. Last April I officially became a teenager, a whopping thirteen. And we all know the babies of the family really are treated differently.

When we were younger, Luc and I shared everything, especially secrets in our treehouse. Luc would pull himself onto the swing seat and tug on the rope pulley Dad attached to the tree branch until he got himself through the Trebuche Tree door. It was our not-so-secret hideaway. No one else went up there, not even Caitlyn and Bella.

I used our upstairs hall landline and called Bella, the B member of our ABC club.

“No go,” I said when she answered.

“This stinks,” Bella sa

“This stinks,” Bella said. “How come they can’t see you’re responsible enough to stay?”

“I know,” I groaned.

“Did you mention the thing about staying at my house, or at Caitlyn’s?”

“Yes. I even tried staying with Melissa under the Simons’ watchful eye.”

“We’ve got parents living over here, right in the same house—real adults. Sort of.”

I snickered. A year ago, Bella’s parents went through some sort of mid-life crisis and learned to ride motorcycles. They’d gone hog-wild—that’s motorcycle talk—buying leather jackets and bike accessories and made the neighborhood noisier. Not the kind of adults my teacher-parents would trust to look after their little darling all summer.

“So, have you started your Summer Dreams essay for Mrs. Harrison’s class?”

“Ha!” I answered. “My summer will be a nightmare.”

“There’s still the Internet, Ari,” Bella said. “We’ll message every day, and don’t forget chats and video calling and cell phones.”

“More than every single day,” I replied.

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Before I could say Hallelujah, school’s out, seventh grade ended. After that, Bella and Caitlyn and I had a moanful see-ya-later sleepover where we finally drifted off about three AM. The parents finished their teaching jobs. Then, earlier than we ever got up on a school day, we Trebuches squeezed all our summer essentials into the van, with three bikes hanging from the back. Luc rose on the van chair lift, and then I clamped his wheelchair firmly into place and climbed in the seat next to him.

“You have the treasured powder horn?” Melissa asked through the open van window. She pushed her wavy long brown hair away from her face.

“Of course, dear,” Mom said. “We’ll send you pictures as soon as we display it.”

“Put it someplace where everyone can see it,” Mel instructed. She was a lot like Mom—bossy. At least with the two of them separated, it would make a quieter summer for the rest of us.

The heirloom powder horn had passed from father to son through the generations of Trebuches from Jean Luc Trebuche, a fur-trading French ancestor. This Jean Luc is the

person Luc is named after, and me, too. Well, my middle and last name, anyway. Down through the generations, we’ve called it the Treasured Powder Horn. With capital letters. I don’t know why. Maybe it once held gold nuggets instead of gun powder. It could have been in a museum, but Mom and Dad both used it in their classes for math exercises or history-English lessons. Great-great-something-grandfather Jean Luc must have been drunk when he carved it. Although his name in fancy script across the top was obvious, squiggly lines went around the horn. There was also a random U or a C on it and a V or a <, depending on which way you held it, along with an X by a bitty tree.

“Now don’t you go worrying about us, sweetheart,” Dad said to Melissa as he adjusted the driver’s seat. “You just take care of yourself. We’re only a phone call away.”

As Dad pulled the van out, I waved to Melissa until we were out of sight. Luc slipped on his headphones and loaded up an action movie in his player. I got out my music.

“Can’t you kids at least wait until we’re on the interstate before playing those things?” Mom asked. “There’s so much to see.” She said those exact words at the start of every trip.

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About the Author

Sandy Carlson was born in Michigan and has a long-standing connection with Mackinac Island. She first visited the island as a child, then as a young mother with her husband and two sons, and several times since. Every visit has vibrated with magic—from the fresh water sea breezes, to the history, to the wooded trails, and, of course, to the horses.

Sandy is first a storyteller. As a child, she loved telling stories to her siblings, cousins and friends, and later started writing them down. Besides a Family-Comes-First motto, Sandy is a former teacher who now does school and library author visits.

She may or may not have seen mythical creatures while alone in the woods.

Social media links

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Rising by Sonya Weiss – Book Tour + #Giveaway

22/05/17

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RISING

by Sonya Weiss
Genre: Young Adult, SciFi Supernatural Romance
Pub Date: May 9, 2017
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When sparks fly between a human and a Supernatural, the entire planet
could be at stake.
It’s been ten years since the Great Extinction, when Supernaturals
threatened to destroy humanity. Now, in the sleepy town of Wayside,
Nevada, seventeen-year-old Cassie Grant’s life couldn’t be more
ordinary. Determined to get into an Ivy League college, her focus is
squarely on her studies. But suddenly everything changes when she
witnesses Jason Taylor, a cute and quiet loner, mysteriously save a
young boy from falling to his death.
Although the Supernaturals ultimately retreated to their planet, three
families were left behind—including Jason’s. So far, they’ve
been successfully hiding in plain sight. But Jason knows that if
Cassie exposes him, all their lives will be in peril—especially
since Cassie’s father is the head of the Alien Eradication and
Defense Department. At first, befriending Cassie is Jason’s
survival tactic. But as they spend more time together, they begin to
fall in love. With the authorities closing in and a hidden threat
that could tear the very Earth apart, can Cassie and Jason keep each
other safe—or will their star-crossed romance start another
war?…
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CASSIE

I wiped off the mess I’d made of my makeup for the second time, and stared at the pallor of my skin in the mirror. The scar high on my cheekbone wasn’t as bad as the ones on my back, but it was a visible reminder of the attack that gave me nightmares. Each time I’d jerk myself out of sleep, I’d fallen right back into the disturbing images again. No high IQ needed to guess why. At dinner Dad had talked in detail about the destructive nature of aliens. As if I needed to be told.

His stories and warnings alone weren’t the reason I didn’t like aliens. I knew firsthand that they killed, that they left humans scarred. I didn’t blame my father for my injuries, but my mother did. I pushed away the memory of what happened during that awful camping trip in New Mexico. That night had forever changed all of us and made me look at aliens differently.

Aliens were mysterious, powerful beings who were hunted by the government but more often than not, we humans were the prey. While there were a lot of pro-alien groups around that spouted on websites and to anyone who’d listen that we had nothing to fear from these “visiting creatures,” the scars on my body were living proof that was a lie.

A strange premonition swept over me and I shivered, then tried again to reapply my makeup fast so I wouldn’t be late for school. One more year, and then I was through.

I couldn’t wait to get out of Wayside, Nevada, far away from my father, and his job as lead agent at the Alien Eradication and Defense Department. I didn’t want to live with the reminder of aliens at every conversation. I needed a clean slate, a place where I could build good memories. I wished we could go back to our lives before the Great Extinction.

That war between the humans and aliens sucked the laughter out of our family like a tornado had spun through. Aliens had killed my uncle during one of the battles. My father hadn’t been the same since his brother’s death but he’d tried hard to keep himself together. But then after me nearly dying during that camping trip because of an alien attack, my father had unraveled in ways that baffled and sometimes even scared me.

I finished applying my makeup, checked my arms and back in the mirror to make sure my scars were hidden, and gave my face one final glance. Good enough. Grabbing my backpack, I made my way down the stairs to the living room where Mom lay curled on the sofa beneath a blanket. She had the same shoulder-length black hair and brown eyes I did, but where she was cover-model confident, not even photoshopping could erase my self-consciousness. I was a little on the nerdy side so I’d never been that confident, but after I was scarred, it had only gotten worse. I didn’t wear sleeveless shirts anymore and I wouldn’t dream of ever wearing a bikini again.

With a frustrated sigh, Mom sat up and muted the television, silencing the anchor mid-report on the frequent earthquakes striking our area. I stood behind the sofa and lip-read the closed captioning for a few seconds.

“Anything new, or are they rehashing yesterday’s news?”

“Not much new other than the United States Geological Survey is monitoring the area. Nevada is the twenty-first state hit with a wave of them.”

“That’s a lot of earthquakes.”

“There’s nothing to worry about, Cassie. If there were, the USGS would inform the right people who would then inform the public.”

I didn’t believe that. Because of Dad’s job, I had insight into how the government hid things. The rash of unexplained earthquakes made me edgy. “Where’s Dad?”

To my surprise her lips tightened, and I wondered if there was trouble again in Alienville. “He slept at the office last night.”

“Chasing little green men wore him out?” I pushed my hands through my out of control hair to corral it into a ponytail.

She tried to hide it, but a ghost of a smile flitted across her lips, and for a second we were unified in the knowledge Dad was acting weirder than usual. “You know your father.”

My stomach dropped. They’d been fighting more lately and the fights were getting uglier. “Did he sleep at the office because of his work or…”

“You should eat. I’ll make you something.” She got up and went into the kitchen. Mom was a great cook, but she never took the time anymore because she always had to leave the house before I did. I didn’t know what she was still doing home.

After taking the milk out of the refrigerator, she poured a glass, and then reached for the box of pancake mix. When she pulled the eggs out and set them on the counter, I said, “Mom? What’s going on?” Different what-ifs flitted through my mind while I waited for her to answer. Dad was having an affair. Mom was sick. Or Dad’s grouchy, could-never-be pleased mother was coming to visit. That last one made me feel sick. “Is Grandma coming for a visit?”

She glanced over her shoulder, shook her head, and laughed as we shared a look of mutual thank-God relief. “Speaking of aliens,” she muttered.
I laughed again. “Seriously, Mom. What is it?” I covered her hand with mine to get her to stop trying to make breakfast.

She hesitated, as if trying to decide how to answer. “Your dad thinks there’s a connection between aliens and these earthquakes.”

I rolled my eyes. Their power wasn’t something to be underestimated, but I wasn’t stupid enough to think they could control the Earth. “He thinks there’s a connection between global warming and aliens, power

outages and aliens, rising taxes and aliens. When doesn’t he think things are related to aliens?”

She shook her head as if trying to shake off the sudden heaviness blanketing both of us. “You don’t want breakfast?”

I moved to the pantry and scored the last chocolate chip granola bar from the box. “I don’t have time. The class hike is today. I have to rush, or I’ll be late.”

“You’re wearing that?”

I glanced down at my jeans with the myriad of artful cuts. “These are retro. Everyone’s wearing them.”

“I meant the T-shirt.”

I put a hand over the image of ET. I’d unearthed the shirt at the secondhand store. “It’s a joke.”

“Make sure you change before your father sees it. No use throwing gas on the fire.”

Dad was exactly the reason I’d bought the shirt, and I didn’t care if he saw it. Yes, I was afraid of aliens, but I was tired of my fear holding me hostage and I was trying to find my way back to the me I’d once been. There were so many things I didn’t do anymore since that camping trip because I was too afraid.

“Cassie?” Mom said.

“Fine, I’ll change before he sees it.”

“Are you riding in with Mark?” She sounded hopeful, not yet knowing my status as the alien hunter’s daughter wiped out my dating life once again.

“Um…no. Gotta run.”

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Sonya Weiss is a freelance writer, ghostwriter, and author, including the
Stealing the Heart series with Entangled Publishing. She’s addicted
to great books, good movies, and Italian chocolates. She’s passionate
about causes that support abused animals and children. Her parents
always supported her bringing stray animals home, although the Great
Dane rescue was a surprise.
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MOM by Collin Piprell – Book Tour

07/04/17

 

 

MOM
Magic Circles Series
Book 1
Collin Piprell
Genre: Sci Fi
Publisher: Common Deer Press
Date of Publication: April 5, 2017
ISBN: 9780995072961
ASIN: B01MZJ09T4
Number of pages: 373 pages
Word Count: 100k
Cover Artist: Common Deer Press
Tagline: A mystery thriller set in the second half of the twenty-first century, MOM is the first novel in Collin Piprell’s darkly comic and always thought-provoking MAGIC CIRCLES science-fiction series.

Book Description:

A GOD IS BORN!
TOO BAD ABOUT THE PERSONALITY DISORDER
So reads the graffito.
MOM is the mall operations manager — the greatest intelligence in history, a machine awakened to self-awareness at a time when the last few human survivors have withdrawn to the last two remaining refuges on Earth. Quarantined from the global nanobot superorganism outside the malls and from each other inside, the mallsters are utterly dependent on MOM for everything — including the ever-more suspect information they’re getting about the world Outside.
Now the malls are crumbling.

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Excerpt:

 

TOOT HAS SCUTTLED ahead into the dark
passage. Dee Zu follows far behind in the dark. She has stopped to gently smear
more of the soothing muck over herself. Try to avoid infection, her WalkAbout
is telling her. She laughs.
 Part of the flushed feeling could
be medibots at work, but the damage is too general to be sure. Whatever. This
might be too big a job for the in-house crew. But there’s good news,
compliments of the WalkAbout: she hurts so much that these must be only second-degree
burns; third-degree burns destroy the pain receptors. She stops, manages to
focus. She opens herself to a swell of anxiety, letting it dissipate before it
can erupt into full-blown panic. At the same time she relegates the pain to a
bearable distance.
It’s hard to judge, but she thinks they
must have already penetrated at least two hundred meters into this limestone
labyrinth. So far they have simply kept to their right. She must remember this,
which choices they have made, in case they have to retrace their route. This
particular tunnel has tapered to the point that, should they decide to return
to their start, Dee Zu, at least, will have to back out.
Another choice presents itself. Which
way to go, which fork to take? This time, Dee Zu’s ears tell her, Toot has
trotted off down the leftward tunnel. Dee Zu feels the faintest of breezes
issuing from that direction, which means it might offer a way out. Anyway, the
return would be right, left, left, left. Dee Zu repeats it to herself. No
problem.
She humps along on elbows and knees, taking care not
to bang her head, trying to spare her scorched skin, conscious of Toot somewhere in the dark ahead. The passage continues to narrow. Finally she can nolonger hear her companion. She calls
out, “Toot. I don’t think I can go this way. Toot?” But there’s
noanswer.
Now she encounters broken ground, a
fresh fall. The rocks are slime-free, and sharp edges tear at her. With much
painful contortion she makes her way over and around it; then she finds she can
go no farther. The passage is too narrow.
 “Toot!” she calls. Again there’s
no response. Deciding it’s better not to wait, she starts inching backwards
towards the last junction. She has just started when there’s a great thud. More
than a thud. The concussion pounds at her from all directions, pummels her
innards. The very earth groans; this is followed by a quick rumble. Dee Zu lies
still for a good five minutes. She thinks of times past with Cisco, she thinks
about Tor, and she tells herself to relax. Eventually, she resumes her backward
journey out of this dead end. She proceeds only a few meters before her feet
kick against broken ground. She feels all around with her toes for the passage,
but there is no passage. Only the fresh rockfall. She also senses that she’s
missing toes, two or three digits. Was it the satrays or the blurs that took
them? If it had been blurs, they wouldn’t have left her the remaining toes, or
anything else either.
Dee Zu weighs this option, then she
weighs that one and she realizes that they are both the same: lie here in the
dark and wait to die.
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A scrabble to the end of the road, and
Dee Zu is left alone with the sound of her own breathing. She feels a faint
breeze against her face coming from the dark ahead, cruel suggestion of an
escape route. She never did find her water. Her skin is tightening. Maybe it’s
the muck drying in the breeze. She’s thirsty. And light-headed. She hears an
occasional grate and clack where the rocks behind her shift to a more stable
configuration. Water drips, tantalizingly, but the acoustics are bad and she can’t
tell whether it’s ahead, the way Toot went, or behind. And that’s it. That’s
her world. No bail button.
 Without much hope, but lacking
anything better to do, Dee Zu tries wiggling through. She dislocates her
shoulder joints. Normally this would be easy, but in this confined space it
isn’t. It feels like her skin is tearing. There’s no chance.
One of her shoulders refuses to pop back
into joint. Dee Zu shifts into shutdown mode, reducing both metabolism and
cognition to minimum maintenance levels. Her last thoughts are of Cisco.

About the Author:

Collin Piprell is a Canadian writer and editor resident in Thailand. He is the author of four previous novels and a collection of humorous stories, now out of print, as well as four books on national parks, diving, and coral reefs, which are also out of print. *MOM* is the first novel of Magic Circles, a science-fiction trilogy in progress. Visit http://www.collinpiprell.com to learn more.
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Of Cinder and Bone By Kyoko M – Book Tour + #Giveaway

23/03/17

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Of Cinder and Bone
By Kyoko M
Genre: SciFi Thriller, Fantasy
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After centuries of being the most dangerous predators on the planet,
dragons were hunted to extinction. That is, until Dr. Rhett “Jack”
Jackson and Dr. Kamala Anjali cracked the code to bring them back.
Through their research at MIT, they resurrected the first dragon
anyone has seen alive since the 15th century. There’s just one
problem.
Someone stole it.
Caught between two ruthless yakuza clans who want to clone the dragon, Jack
and Kamala brave the dangerous streets of Tokyo to steal their dragon
back in a race against time before the world is taken over by
mutated, bloodthirsty monsters that will raze it to ashes.
Of Cinder and Bone is an all-new sci-fi thriller from the author of the
Amazon bestselling Black Parade novels. Don’t miss out on this
explosive first-in-series!
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“Yep, this is exactly where I thought I’d be at this point in my life,” Jack sighed, pulling on yet another pair of latex gloves as he stared forlornly at the reeking dumpster. “Ass-deep in garbage.”

“We lead a charming life,” Kamala agreed. “At least the manager was kind enough to let us do this without a fight. Technically, we’re supposed to wait for the police.”

“Not enough time on the clock for that. We’ll work out the details later.” Jack cleared his throat and cast her a sidelong glance, smirking.

“Ladies first?”

Kamala sent him a glare that could curdle milk. His smirk widened into a grin before he tossed both large black lids back and heaved himself up over the side. He landed and wobbled for a moment before shuddering as the stench of rotten food swallowed him whole. He breathed through his mouth in shallow bursts, his eyes tearing, and managed to keep his breakfast down after a moment.

“Yep,” he said weakly, offering Kamala his arm. “Charming, indeed.”

She climbed in next to him and they carefully rooted through the trash, checking for any bits of electronics in case the laptop had been disassembled before being tossed. “What are the odds that we’ll find it in this mess?”

“We probably have a better chance of growing wings and flying around the city,” Jack said, grimacing as he tossed a half-filled macchiato aside. “But the devil’s in the details. There is no perfect crime. If Okegawa was on a deadline, he might have been in a rush. Being in a rush means making mistakes. That’s all we need. Just one mistake to catch him.”

They searched for the better part of half an hour before Kamala heard a suspicious crunching sound beneath her covered boots. She shifted a few things aside and found a long white cord. She tugged sharply on it and the battery charger for a MacBook laptop popped free, swinging in her hand. She met Jack’s gaze and they both tore through the trash surrounding that spot. A moment later, Kamala’s hands closed on Jack’s laptop.

“Hello, beautiful,” Jack said, wiping grime and gunk off of it. “Leave it closed. I’m sure the garbage probably did a number on any evidence on the outside, but there might be fibers or hairs between the keyboard and the screen. Nice work, Dr. Anjali.”

She flashed him a grin, handed it to him, and turned to exit the dumpster. She stopped after only a step. Jack realized why a second later.

Konnichiwa,” Okegawa said pleasantly, his smile off-setting the silenced Beretta .9mm in his large hand. “Ogenki desu ka?

“We’ve been better,” Kamala said, slowly raising her hands.  Jack did the same, but he inched towards her in an attempt to block Okegawa’s line of sight.

“Relax, Jackson,” Okegawa drawled, his tone almost bored. “I have no intention of hurting ojō-sama.”

“Well, you tossed my apartment and now you have a gun pointed at us,” Jack said. “You understand my concern.”

“Of course. The gun is merely insurance. If I wanted you dead, I could have had it done already. I think you know that, as smart as you are.”

Jack narrowed his eyes. “Then what do you want?”

“A distraction. That’s why I left the laptop for you to find. It gave me time to break into your car and take the other laptop. I’ve been trying to get it for days, but ojō-sama takes it with her everywhere, unlike you.”

Kamala clenched her jaw. “How long have you been following us?”

Okegawa shrugged. “Not long. Had to get everything prepped and tie up loose ends.”

“Is that what we are now? Loose ends? It’s broad daylight, man. You can’t just shoot us and walk away. Hell, you’ve probably only got another thirty seconds before one of the Starbucks employees empties the trash and sees you.”

Hai. That’s why you’re going to toss me the laptop.”

“Or you’ll shoot me?”

What little light there was in Okegawa’s brown eyes sputtered out. “Hai.”

“You just said you didn’t want me dead.”

Another dispassionate shrug. “I’d prefer not to, but if you push me, I will retaliate.”

“Jack,” Kamala whispered.

He glanced at her. She kept her eyes on Okegawa, but her tone was enough. He exhaled and tossed Okegawa the laptop. It landed at his feet, shattering several pieces over the concrete with a loud crash. Okegawa flinched on instinct, his eyes snapping towards it for a split second.

Kamala took her Taser out of her pocket and shot it at Okegawa.

Okegawa screamed as the electrified prongs hit him. Jack pulled Kamala down into the dumpster as the gun went off twice, tearing two chunks out of the wall where he’d been standing. They both lay panting in the garbage heap as they heard a thud and then nothing. Jack motioned for her to stay put and slowly rose to his knees, peeking over the rim of the dumpster.

Okegawa lay on the ground, twitching occasionally, his eyes shut, teeth clenched, the gun lying several feet away.

Jack scooped Kamala up in his hands with a hysterical laugh, holding her above his head. “You. Are. Freaking. Brilliant.”

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Kyoko M is an author, a fangirl, and an avid book reader. Her debut novel,
The Black Parade, has been on Amazon’s Bestseller List at #5 in the
Occult Horror category. She has a Bachelor of Arts in English Lit
degree from the University of Georgia, which gave her every valid
excuse to devour book after book with a concentration in Greek
mythology and Christian mythology. When not working feverishly on a
manuscript (or two), she can be found buried under her Dashboard on
Tumblr, or chatting with fellow nerds on Twitter, or curled up with a
good Harry Dresden novel on a warm central Florida night. Like any
author, she wants nothing more than to contribute something great to
the best profession in the world, no matter how small.
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