The Grove

 
Horror
Date Published: E-book to be published July 12, 2016 / Paperback to be published September 13, 2016
Publisher: ZB Publications

 

 
 
Trail Rule #5: Let Sleeping Gods lie…
 
Sitka’s Quay appears to be like every other coastal tourist town on Highway 101, but lurking below its southern grove of ancient spruce are three sleeping primordial gods. For an eon, their bloodthirsty dreams have radiated into the ground and restore anyone who walks within the Grove. The Keeper, Dayla Fischer, must remain in control of her magical abilities or fall into sickening madness, but lives a relatively quiet life with her husband, Oliver. That is, until the delusional, but charming Jonah Leifson comes to town with a plan to awaken the Three. Soon, children begin disappearing. With powerful suggestion spells and mind reading abilities, Jonah wins over other sorcerers, meth users, the police, and eventually even her husband. Though no one believes her and she doubts her own sanity, she must stop Jonah, before he wakes the Three and brings about the end of the world.
 
 
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SEPTEMBER 6

A STRAY QUARTZ PEBBLE GLITTERING in the morning sun caught Dayla’s eye. She scooped it up from the gray sidewalk and felt its mysteries within pearly iridescent cracks. Magic seeped into her veins, mingling with her blood, as she glimpsed into the pebble’s existence—a history of hot magma, spurts of growth, tumultuous sea, hulls of ships, barnacles, large fish…

“Dayla,” her husband, Oliver, called from reality. “What are you doing?”

Shaking her head, she broke the connection with the pebble and peered back at the dimension in which she lived. Surrounding her, businesses in the Sitka’s Quay commercial district bore ocean-weathered cedar shingles, cracked paint, stained brick, and rusted hanging baskets fat with spent geraniums and violets. “What am I doing?” 

Her husband’s ruddy face was set in a frown, not at all hiding his concern for what the neighbors and tourists might think of a thirty-seven-year-old woman standing on the sidewalk talking to a rock. 

 
 
 
 

Much to her chagrin, Elizabeth Guizzetti discovered she was not a cyborg and growing up to be an otter would be impractical, so she began writing stories. Guizzetti currently lives in Seattle with her husband and two dogs. When not writing, she loves hiking and birdwatching.

 
She is the author and illustrator of independent comics: Faminelands and Lure and a comic book series Out for Souls& Cookies! Her debut novel, Other Systems, was a 2015 Finalist for the Canopus Award. She continues to write science fiction, horror, and fantasy. The Grove is her third novel.
 
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Fierce Temper

Fierce Temper (Ozark Magic #2)

Menage Erotic Suspense

Date Published: August 3, 2016 

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

 

Tessa Lawson has a secret… actually, she has a few. Not only did she used to be known as adult film star Temper Jazz, but she is also on the run after witnessing a murder and stealing $250K from a drug lord. She moved to Magic to hide, but will she be able to hide her heart?

Milo Livingston has his own demons. His guilt over a horrible accident that injured a friend has left him thinking he doesn’t deserve happiness. He surely doesn’t think that Tessa could ever love him.

When Milo’s friend, DEA Agent Archer Collins comes to town searching for Tessa, the trio’s world is thrown into upheaval. Archer is intent on bringing down the drug cartel responsible for his sister’s death. He never expected to fall in love with the key witness he’s been searching for.

After an attempt is made on Tessa’s life, Milo and Archer join forces to protect the woman they care about. Will both men be able to overcome their own demons and trust Tessa with their hearts? And will their love be enough to protect her from the dangerous people who want her dead?

 

Review

An Erotic novel that will steam up the pages. N.J. Young does a great job of letting her characters shine. The sex scenes are HOTT and the plot is just enough. 
This story dishes out some very hot scenes with minimal BDSM but a great menage with Milo and Archer.
Definitely a winner for me! Can’t wait to read more from this series!

I’m a Midwestern girl and a lover of coffee, live music, and horror movies, not necessarily in that order.

I’ve been writing all my life, and I honestly can’t remember a time when I wanted to do anything but write. After many years spent suffering the trials of corporate America and writing about everything from financial risk management to software user manuals to website copy about radiators (sadly, I’m not kidding), I decided take the plunge and start writing books.

I love a good love story with super hot alpha males, strong heroines, a little humor, and a lot of suspense. Sprinkle in some sexual fantasies and a few BDSM aspects, and Boom! These are only a few of the themes you’ll find in my books.

When I’m not writing, I’m probably at Starbucks, or fighting evil with the help of my husband, two children, and our houseful of animals.

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Captain No Beard, the series

 









Children’s Fiction
Date Published: July 3, 2012 –  December 31, 2015


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The Captain No Beard series has nine published books in the series.  They all take place in the imagination of a young boy who pretends he and his friends are pirates.  Each book teaches valuable lessons. The Captain No Beard series can open discussions on important subjects such as sharing, bossiness, bullying, responsibility, and stranger danger. Using imagination, the crew of the Flying Dragon navigates the waters of the world, learning valuable lessons along the way.  Whether the topic is sharing, tolerance, stranger danger or bullying, the crew resolves their issues together with humor and sensitivity.

 

                              
About the Author
Award-winning author Carole P. Roman started writing as a dare from one of her sons and combines her teaching past with her love of exploration and interest in the world around us. She has two highly successful series and is launching this new exciting series about civilizations throughout time. While she is still working in her family business, this has enabled her to share her sense of humor as well as love for history and culture with the audience she adores. Roman lives on Long Island with her husband and near her children.
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Trojan

 

Thriller, Political Thriller
Date Published: February 2016
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A high-profile US based assassination was just the beginning…
Victor Walker’s main responsibility as Sr. Manager of White House Defense Armament Systems, was to ensure America’s flagship arsenal remain up and operational, but just days after an assassination on US soil, all flagship armament systems crashed – a complete meltdown. Star Wars, Air Force One, Doomsday Briefcase and Guidance Systems were all rendered useless.
With an attack by a foreign entity seemingly eminent, Victor found something didn’t pass the smell test. Indicators pointed closer to home, to a rodent on the loose – to a Trojan with ties to the assassination who was now targeting his family. As he raced to bring the armament systems back online and keep his family safe, he uncovered clues indicating a mole deep within the government who didn’t want him to resolve the crisis, to someone he once thought he could trust.
 
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Before publishing his debut novel, David L. Wallace served over 27 years as an information technology professional working initially for the US Navy, and then the Department of the Navy and various fortune companies. He’s a UCLA Writing Program alumnus, who writes both thrillers and children stories.
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Trojan

 

Thriller, Political Thriller
Date Published: February 2016
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A high-profile US based assassination was just the beginning…
Victor Walker’s main responsibility as Sr. Manager of White House Defense Armament Systems, was to ensure America’s flagship arsenal remain up and operational, but just days after an assassination on US soil, all flagship armament systems crashed – a complete meltdown. Star Wars, Air Force One, Doomsday Briefcase and Guidance Systems were all rendered useless.
With an attack by a foreign entity seemingly eminent, Victor found something didn’t pass the smell test. Indicators pointed closer to home, to a rodent on the loose – to a Trojan with ties to the assassination who was now targeting his family. As he raced to bring the armament systems back online and keep his family safe, he uncovered clues indicating a mole deep within the government who didn’t want him to resolve the crisis, to someone he once thought he could trust.
 
About the Author 

Before publishing his debut novel, David L. Wallace served over 27 years as an information technology professional working initially for the US Navy, and then the Department of the Navy and various fortune companies. He’s a UCLA Writing Program alumnus, who writes both thrillers and children stories.
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The Vow

 

Dark Fantasy, Paranormal, Vampire
Date Published:   8/27/2016
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Finals are over, and twenty-year-old Claire Matthews can hardly wait to begin summer break until…she arrives home to an army of police swarming her parents’ front lawn.  Detective Reynolds delivers the dreadful news that the man and woman inside the home are dead, and Claire is forced to identify their mummified bloodless bodies.  Her world comes to a grinding halt when she learns that it is her mother and father who are the deceased, and her younger brother, JJ, is nowhere to be found.  The predator accused…a vampire.
Claire is no stranger to vampires; in fact, these days’ vamps are a dime a dozen.  One-hundred-thirty years ago a vow was made, combining the two worlds.  A vampire’s survival no longer required a human sacrifice.  Vampire Centers were created, offering human blood through transfusion; yet, why were her parents bled dry?  Why now?  What changed?  Could a rogue vampire be responsible?  Was it possible vampires, Nate and Parker, JJ’s best friends, suddenly hungered for human blood?

 

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Laura Daleo was born and raised in San Diego, California where she majored in Fine Arts at Mesa College.  She is best known for her love of animals and shares her home with three humorous Basset Hounds, Stuart, Morgan, and Dexter, her toughest critics.  Laura has held positions in several industries, Restaurant, Telecom, Biotech, Research, and Retail.  A creative writing class in junior high sparked her desire to tell stories.  Throughout Laura’s professional career, she crafted her writing skills by taking courses and by joining a writer’s critique group and Writers Digest.  She enjoys anything paranormal or urban fantasy related and writes in both genres for adults.
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Storm of Arranon

 
YA Science Fiction/Fantasy
Date Published:  Re-release July 9, 2016, the book has been out since February 2013
Publisher: Rule of Three Press
 
 
 
A forbidden birth. A remarkable young woman. A marauding alien society. The battle begins.
 
   A brutal alien society invades Korin and Arranon, intent on destroying the two worlds that make up Cadet Erynn Yager’s home. Forced to expose her strange abilities and reveal her forbidden birth, a guarded web of secrets unravels.
   Stranded on an unfamiliar planet of eternal winter and predatory wildlife, the mysterious living consciousness of Arranon intervenes, leading Erynn on a mystical journey. 
   Aware of Erynn’s potential, the alien enemy pursues her. She struggles to gain control of her growing powers while in a constant race to elude the invaders, and join the forces preparing to fight a mounting occupation. 
   Erynn’s secret may be her worlds’ only hope, but at the cost of her life. Swept up in a chain reaction of events, Erynn’s dedication extends far beyond service and duty. She learns the true meaning of sacrifice. 
   Along with courage and hope, Erynn finds something unexpected on her journey of awareness and growth.
   Love.
 
 
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Fun and Imaginative. I really delved into this book looking for an escape and R.E. Sheahan provided that and then some for me. I enjoyed both getting to know the characters and their pasts as well as growing with them throughout the novel.

 
There were a lot of things going on simultaneously and I could not put this novel down.
Fantasy at its best!
I have always been a reader. I’d come home from grade school with stacks of books every week, and during the summer, I’d get my fix from the library. I love books. Later, while working every day outside at the ranch, I’d listen to audio books on cassette with one of those Sportswalk players I’d hook to my belt. I could go through three or four books a week.
I started writing while working as a Paramedic/Firefighter in Northern California. 
Trust me, it’s not always like it appears on TV. There was plenty of time for reading. 
Writing got serious for me when I moved to my ranch in Oregon. While waiting for lambs to be born in the middle of the night, I would head back to the house for an hour or two and sit down at the computer. Before I knew it, I had a manuscript. One hundred and twenty-two thousand words that desperately needed help, but it was a start. 
The characters demanded their story be told, so I joined critique groups and attended writer’s conferences. I was on the fast track to learning what I needed to know to write well, and tell, show, an engaging story. 
In 2013, I received an honorable mention in Writer’s Digest’s Self Published book awards for MG/YA, so I guess I had learned something! BTW, I’m still learning.
      Ideas from dreams follow me into warm sunny days or the quiet of falling snow. “What ifs” feed a vivid imagination. Even mistyped phrases may lead to an “aha” moment. Brain storming sessions standing in dark, windy parking lots with fellow writers release thoughts that pry at the corners of my mind, grasping for purchase. Sometimes the ideas pursue me, with persistence.
 
 
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Mystra

 

Science Fiction/Fantasy
Date Published: July 15, 2016
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In the wake of the Kryllidar war, creatures of myth and legend, the elder races, and the psychically gifted fled the telepath phobic Alliance worlds in search of sanctuary. They found their safe haven on the planet Mystra. It was a paradise world, then something went horribly. A great cataclysm unleashed a storm of deadly energy that threatened to tear the planet apart. Cut off from the rest of space by a barrier of destructive force, all appeared lost. Then from despair came hope. The energies unleashed by the cataclysm had an unexpected effect. Dormant genes carried by women of an ancient Druidic line were suddenly activated, giving the women the ability to control the elemental forces of nature. The elementals saved Mystra from destruction, but their newfound power came with a price. The incredible forces they wielded, in time, destroyed them. Only by bonding with a male, who also carried the dormant gene, could an elemental be saved and her powers safely harnessed.
An elemental’s power reaches maturity on midnight of her twenty first year. If she is not bonded before the midnight hour, the elemental will go mad, lose control of her powers and destroy herself and everything around her. Tivonna, daughter of King Arcus of Aquilla is nearing her twenty first year. A level four elemental, her father has searched the planet for a bondmate, a kiosan, that can match his daughter in power. Searched and failed. He is left with no choice. For the good of Mystra, at midnight on her twenty first birthday Tivonna must die.
Meanwhile, high above Mystra’s skies a golden starship takes up orbit around the shrouded world. Jasen, telepath and last of his kind, has come to Mystra seeking answers. Beings of fire and light appeared from nowhere and swarmed across the galaxy before disappearing as mysteriously as they had appeared. In the creatures’ wake three star systems lay in ruins. Nothing survived except for one lone world. The planet Mystra was untouched. Now Jasen and his friend Hawk will do what no one has done in centuries. Penetrate the planet’s deadly energy barrier and reach the surface below. What they find there will change their lives forever and may hold the key to saving more star systems from destruction. For the fiery invaders are not gone … only sleeping.
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Prologue
The planet Mystra …a world as beautiful as she was mysterious.  Pulses of multicolored lightning flashed through the dense white clouds that shrouded the planet’s surface, hiding her secrets from prying eyes.  Once sister world to a multitude of planets, she is now alone.  Surrounded by the debris of what at one time were viable worlds, she is the last vestige of life in an otherwise barren system.  In solitude, she waits for those who would come to unlock her mysteries…those with the skills and courage to breach the flashing clouds surrounding her and reach the surface below.
With a rippling of space, the sleek golden starship dropped out of hyperspace and settled into orbit around the jeweled planet.  At long last her wait was over.
Chapter One
2605 Day 232
The exploration vessel Ourora smoothly exited hyperspace and settled into orbit around the nearby planet.  The dark haired young man sitting trance-like in the pilot’s seat, hands resting on the two glowing plates set in the console before him, stirred and opened his eyes.  It was a perfect run.
Breaking his mind‑link with the starship, he stood and stretched.  The Ourora was shaping up to be a sweet ship.  Once the strangeness of joining his mind to the ship’s instruments and controls had worn off, he had found piloting by thought as natural as breathing.  This was not really surprising, considering that his people had built the vessel. In fact, it was on this very ship that he had been found adrift in space as a child, the last survivor of his race, of his entire planetary system.
2590 Day 143
Jake Blackthorn watched as the image of a golden starship grew on his ship’s monitors.  The Wanderer had been returning to Earth after a profitable trading run when they had stumbled upon the derelict.  The ship’s golden skin and graceful lines were like nothing he had ever seen.
“She’s beautiful, but where did she come from?  That’s no Alliance ship.”
Jake had been so engrossed in studying the alien vessel that he had not heard anyone approach.  Turning, he found Dr. Nicole Wright standing at his side.  “I have no idea Nikki but I intend to find out.”
“Uh oh, you have that explorer look.”  She teased feeling the excitement radiating from him.
“Once an explorer always an explorer.  Take us in Pete,” he instructed the pilot.  “I want a good look at this lady.  Any energy or life sign readings?”
“It’s hard to get a fix, some kind of energy dampener,” came the reply from the science station.  “It’s scrambling our sensors.”
“Captain,” Pete called, “you’d better see this.”
Returning his attention to the view screen, Jake stared as the Wanderer approached the far side of the derelict ship.  A sick feeling began in the pit of his stomach as he saw the gaping hole ripped into the golden metal of the ship.
“No survivors then.”  Jake said sadly, “all right let’s get a tractor beam on her¼”
“Captain, I think I’m getting a life sign reading.”
Jake turned to the science station.  “What do you mean you think you’re getting a reading?”
“Well, it’s faint and it keeps drifting in and out.  The dampener field is playing hell with the sensors, but there is something over there.”
After a heated debate, which Jake naturally won, he and Dr. Wright boarded the damaged ship.  As they explored the craft Jake felt his excitement grow, much of the vessel’s interior appeared to be intact.  The bridge, engine room, and cargo holds seemed untouched.  It was only as they explored the damaged area of the ship that his excitement waned.  As they entered what appeared to be crew quarters Jake froze, nausea rising in his throat.  “Oh, my God, they’re children.”  Jake barely heard Nikki’s anguished whisper.  He was staring at the rows of bunks crammed into the room.  The ship’s passenger and crew cabins were filled with children, children of diverse races, some of which he had never seen before.  They were all dead.  Their lifeless bodies still strapped to their bunks.
“They never had a chance.” He whispered.  “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
“Wait,” Nikki grabbed his arm and pointed to the scanner she held clutched in her hand.  “I’m getting that phantom signal again.”
“Can you get a fix?”
“Yes!  One deck down and to the rear.”
Following the faint signal, they made their way to the rear of the ship.  Rounding a corner, they froze.  Standing in what appeared to be a galley, surrounded by a golden glow, was a raven haired, golden eyed boy about ten years old.
“Hello,” Jake spoke softly and held out his hands in what he hoped was a friendly gesture.  “We’re here to help.”
The boy studied the two space-suited figures intently, but made no move.  Encouraged, Jake slowly approached the still youth.  Suddenly, the glow surrounding the boy intensified and a strong forced hurled him back.
“Please,” Nikki begged.  “We only want to help you. You’re all alone now.  Let us help.  We mean you no harm.”
“Nikki, we have to go,” Jake whispered.  “I think I cracked something, my suit’s losing air.  I can’t stay much longer.”
“We can’t just leave him.”
Keen golden eyes seemed to bore into Nikki’s soul as the boy studied her intently.  She almost gasped in relief when he turned to scrutinize Jake in turn.  Whatever he saw must have reassured him. Indicating that they should follow, he led them into the next compartment.  Nestled in the chamber was a large golden sphere.  Jake and Nikki watched as the boy placed his hand against the side of the globe. A portal suddenly appeared.  Motioning for them to follow, he entered the sphere.  Once inside, the portal closed, leaving no sign it had ever existed.  Gazing around in amazement, Jake turned to find the boy, minus the golden glow, sitting on a plush looking couch against the far wall watching them curiously.
“A life pod.  Jake, I read a breathable atmosphere, constant temperature… the works.  This is how he survived.”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t explain how he can walk around out there with no suit, and what about that glow?”
“That doesn’t matter now, the main thing is getting him, and us, back to the ship.”
A sound of rustling caused them both to turn.  The boy was standing a few feet away holding a silvery suit in one hand and a metallic capsule in the other.  Seeing he had the adults’ attention, he offered the suit to Jake.
Taking the offered garment, Jake examined the delicate material. “I think it’s a spacesuit.”
“You’re right, “Nikki examined the now open storage cabinet, “there’s a whole rack of them in here, but they’re all for adults.  What do we do about him?”
“The capsule must be some kind of carrier.  We put him in there and carry him across.”
With the boy’s help, Jake removed his damaged suit and donned the alien garment.  The suit molded itself to his body and Jake marveled at the freedom that it gave him.  Excitement stirred in him, what other marvels did this ship and its lone occupant hold?
After checking to make sure Jake’s suit was working properly, the boy opened the life support capsule and stepped inside.  Once more he studied the two adults, then calmly closed the carrier, entrusting himself to the strangers’ care.
Returning to the Wanderer without incident, Jake ordered the derelict ship taken in tow and set course for his most secure research center.  This was too important a find; he was taking no chances.  Leaving the boy in the doctor’s capable hands, he wasted no time in staking his claim to the alien derelict.
Jake Blackthorn was a powerful man and he now used that power.  By pulling a few strings and cashing in a few favors, he obtained exclusive salvage rights to the alien vessel.  The bodies of the deceased children would be turned over to the authorities, but no mention was made of the boy.  Satisfied that he had taken every precaution to protect his find, Jake headed for sickbay.  He couldn’t say what had made him keep the boy’s existence a secret from the authorities, but his gut told him the kid was special.  There was no way he was going to let some government social worker get their hands on him.  Besides the kid had trusted him, Jake shivered as he remembered the boy’s golden eyes staring into his, searching his soul.  The child was as unique as his craft.  Jake usually had little use for children, but there was something about this one that stirred all his protective instincts.  The kid was his, by God, and nobody was taking him away.
Six months later, Jake was ready to consign both the ship and its golden- eyed master into the fiery depths of the nearest sun.  After six months of intensive study, the starship was still an enigma.  Even his best experts could not fathom how the strange vessel operated.  There were no noticeable controls, just panels of colored crystals set into the consoles.  The engines consisted of smooth sided boxes and crystal globes.  No dials, switches, or knobs were to be seen.  There was no sign of power, though they knew that it existed.  Jake fumed; all that power, all that technology just out of reach, it was enough to drive an entrepreneur mad.
The boy was proving to be as impenetrable as his vessel.  The shock of the accident had severely damaged the kid’s memory, erasing any knowledge of what had happened to him or his ship.  Quiet and reserved, he cooperated fully with the scientific team examining him but volunteered nothing.  Except for a few unknown factors in his DNA and body chemistry, he was remarkably similar to humans.  Yet, it did not take the team studying him long to realize that he was not your typical ten- year old boy.  His golden eyes held wisdom beyond his years; and he always seemed to know what was wanted of him, even before he was shown or asked.  He proved to be extremely bright and learned at an amazing rate.  In a very short time, he mastered enough Galactic-Standard to communicate.  Yet, nothing they tried could unlock the memories buried deep in the boy’s mind.  It was as if every thought concerning his home world or his flight to this system had been locked away behind an impenetrable barrier.  He was a blank slate, which could soak up knowledge, but offered none in return.
Jake was not prepared to give up his discovery without a fight.  Every day, their guest was becoming more relaxed and comfortable with his new home.  With time, Jake hoped that his memory would start to return.  It was another month before the first breakthrough occurred.  Since he could not remember his name, the young castaway had been christened “Kid” by the researchers studying him.  For seven months, the boy answered to the name “Kid”, so Jake was surprised when the youth fixed him with a golden eyed stare and said, “My name is Jasen, not Kid.”  After that, snatches of memory began to return.
On a hunch, Jake decided to see what would happen if Jasen was reunited with his starship.  Maybe the sight of the vessel and the familiar surroundings would jog the boy’s memory.  At least, he might be able to show them how the ship operated.
It was soon obvious that returning to the ship was a shock for the youth.  He wandered through the vessel as if in a daze.  With each section of the ship revealed and explored, his face grew paler.  By the time they reached the bridge, Jake was afraid the boy was going to collapse.  On one side of the bridge was a large console inset with a panel composed of some type of blue crystal.  Jasen went to the console, placed his hands palm down on the crystal, and closed his eyes.  The panel immediately began to glow and flash.  After a few minutes, the glowing stopped and Jasen opened his eyes.  Removing his hands from the console, he began to tremble uncontrollably and then to cry.  Rushing to him, Jake held the sobbing child as delayed trauma finally hit.
Viewing the information contained in the ship’s library computer, as the console turned out to be, and reliving past events through the psychic traces left in the ship, had broken through the mind block the boy had erected.  Later, when he had calmed down and been reassured that he was safe among friends, he freely answered Jake’s questions.  The ship was totally thought controlled.  It had been built by a race of telepaths, from a planet in the Gamma3 planetary system.  It was a type of ark, a last ditch effort to save a remnant of the people of that system.  Creatures of fire and light had appeared out of nowhere and attacked their worlds.  The attacks had been quick, unexpected, and vicious.  Caught off guard, most planets stood no chance against the invaders.  Jasen’s world was the oldest and most advanced of the system.  They were able to hold out long enough to launch three ships before being destroyed by the attackers.  Only Jasen’s ship had made it out of the system, but not without taking damage.  An energy blast had hit the ship severely, damaging its shields and compromising a large section of the hull.  The ship’s crew had been working to repair the damaged section when they had been caught in an unexpected meteor storm, most likely debris from the destroyed worlds.  The ship’s compromised shielding had been unable to stop one of the huge projectiles from striking the damaged hull and ripping it open. The two adults on board had been caught in the impact zone and killed.  Jasen had been attending to some minor repairs on the side of the ship farthest from the rupture. His telekinetic abilities had allowed him to protect himself long enough to reach the safety of an escape pod.  The others on board had not been so gifted.
The Gamma3 system was an old system with a high level of technology.  They were not novices at space travel or exploration and had even visited the Alliance worlds to observe.  That they could be wiped out so quickly and completely boded ill for the Planetary Alliance.  After hearing the news Jasen brought, Jake became obsessed with the attackers.  Who were they?  Why did they attack?  Had other systems fallen?  He devoted a good part of his empire to finding out the answers.  Jake soon lost his heart to the courageous child.  He was determined to protect the boy, and the unusual gifts he had begun to display once freed from the mind block his fear had created.  In time, Jake adopted him, named him his heir, and helped train him to use his gifts and hide them from the outside world.
Adapting to his new home proved difficult for Jasen.  His planetary system had been on the opposite side of the galaxy from Alliance controlled space.  The people of his world had enjoyed strong, friendly ties with the other sentient races of the nearby systems. They had been respected and honored for their technology and for their roles as peacemakers and diplomats.  Things were far different in this new land.  The Alliance worlds had an inbred, almost manic, fear and hatred of telepaths.  Jake had tried to explain it to him once.
Many generations ago the Alliance worlds had been invaded by a race called the Kryllidar.  The Kryllidar were a militant, barbaric insect-like race that possessed a high level of technical skill and little regard for other sentient life forms.  They were a race that lived to conquer and enslave the populations of other worlds.  The Kryllidar loved order and insured that the worlds they conquered adhered to their concept of obedience.  Using drugs and machines, they subverted the minds and wills of those they invaded, turning them into perfect drones fit to serve the elite Kryllidar race.
The Kryllidar invaders swept across the galaxy like a plague, leaving worlds of mind-controlled zombies in their wake.  Almost half the galaxy had fallen before the Alliance armada had been able to rally.  Joined by ships from the outer fringes, they had been able to turn and repel the attackers.  Once freed from the invaders’ mind-controlling apparatus, the enraged Alliance inhabitants had hunted down and exterminated every Kryllidar they could find, then followed up with an all-out attack on the Kryllidar home world.  The Kryllidar race was totally wiped out, along with a number of neighboring planets that possessed similar life forms.  The drugs and machines used to enslave the conquered worlds were rounded up and destroyed.  The Alliance vowed never again to allow their people to be controlled in such a manner.  A deep phobia of mind-control in any form sprung up among the sentient races within the Alliance systems, which was carefully passed down and instilled in each succeeding generation.  From this phobia, a dread of telepaths emerged, which grew in strength with each retelling of the past atrocities. Telepaths were viewed as the ultimate masters of mind-control.  Machines could be broken, drugs could be neutralized, but the only way to stop a telepath was to kill him.  Also, unlike the Kryllidar, a telepath could blend in with the populace of a given world.  They could lurk unknown and undetected among the citizens of the Alliance.  One could never be sure if his thoughts were his own or being manipulated by another.
Soon the slogan, “The only good telepath is a dead one,” became common.  It was into this climate of hate that the young Jasen had been thrown.  He was the last surviving telepath in the galaxy.  He lived in constant fear of exposure and death.  He was looked upon as a monster, a demon; he was fair game for all.  No one would hesitate to destroy him if he were discovered.
There were few people in his life that he dared trust implicitly.  Fortunately for the young telepath, it was Jake who discovered him.  Jake was a shelter of love in an otherwise dark and hate filled universe.  The explorer did not share the rest of the Alliance’s loathing and terror of telepaths.  He had been born in a remote sector far from the alien invasion.  When that cluster’s sun went nova, Jake had brought his thriving corporation to the Alliance worlds.  Most of those on Jake’s personal staff were refugees from his home system.  Like Jake, they viewed Jasen as different but not horrible.  He was a bright and charming boy and they soon grew to love and admire him as Jake did.  They vowed to protect the vulnerable youth and his secret.  Jake raised the boy as a son and taught him how to survive in his new home.
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With a shake of his head, Jasen shook off the thoughts of the past.  He was no longer a frightened boy of ten, but a man of twenty-five and he had work to do.  Jake was dead and it was up to him to finish what his adopted father had begun.  He gave the instruments another quick metal scan to assure that everything was as it should be then left the bridge and headed for the ship’s lounge.  Hawk.  He wished his friend had not insisted on coming, but nothing he had said had dented Hawk’s resolve to accompany him.
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Ashia

 

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Date Published: August 13, 2016
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Plagued by nightmarish visions of apocalyptic battles and burning victims crawling across the desert sands, the slave girl known as Shanda has been trying to keep her growing gift hidden from her abusive master as she knows being able to see images of the future is a cursed gift carrying the King’s ultimate punishment.
But as her tribe seeks solace from the deadly raids by the Mazomi Clan in their magical airships by moving toward the legendary Spire of Ashia, Shanda discovers her past will soon clash with a dangerous future.
A new epic tale full of adventure and discovery by the author of Star Runners, Ashia brings you a story of a world mired in secrets, oppression and a decades-old cover up that could alter the course of events for the entire planet.
This book is a sci-fantasy novel.
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The Royal Guard surged forward like a living wave. Grev cut through the men, his sword slashing through their flesh like a rabid animal. He ignored his tiring muscles. He couldn’t feel the wounds from counter attacks, his blood igniting like the fires of the stars.
Spinning, he hurled guards into their comrades, using the close quarters of the hall to his advantage. He yelled as a knife penetrated his bicep. Without stopping, he yanked the weapon from his body and hurled it through the face of an attacker.
A force hit him from behind—an arrow piercing his back. He fell to his knees, swinging his sword with his remaining strength. A blade hit his forehead, splitting his skin. Warm blood spilled into his eyes. Strong hands clasped his shoulders, preventing him from falling into darkness.
“At least, you cannot have my wife,” Grev breathed, his muscles failing as the guards restrained him to the floor. “She has fled beyond your reach.”
The Baron stepped forward, a torch in his hand.
“Oh, no, my dear Captain, we already have her.” He held the fire close to Grev’s face and laughed. “The Captain of his Royal Guard. Bah!”
Blunt force thumped into the back of his head and darkness took him.
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L.E. Thomas lives in Georgia with his wife and rescued dog where he is currently working on his next novel.
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Devil’s Cove

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Book Title: Devil’s Cove
Author: R.C. Matthews
Genre: Gothic Romance
Release Date: August 28, 2016
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Devil’s Cove cowers in the dark shadows of an abandoned manor, shrouded in horror and spoken of only in the faintest of whispers.

Captain Devlin Limmerick knows its secrets, keeps them hidden with his own. Feared as ‘The Devil’ on the high seas, he is lured to the manor by an unquenchable thirst for revenge. It is a thirst matched only by his hunger for the powerful medium he has coerced to aid him. Her presence at the manor invites strange, inexplicable happenings, forcing him to believe nothing is as dead as it seems. Especially his heart.

Blinded from youth and touched with an ability to communicate beyond the grave, Grace has been both feared and revered by the uneasy town folk. Yet she is powerless against the unrest brewing within the manor walls and finds herself wickedly drawn to the Devil’s darkness. Still, she refuses to sacrifice her soul to set Devlin’s unspeakable plans in motion.

In the throes of passion and danger, their skills will be tested beyond any foe they’ve ever fought, and not a single soul is safe. The only way out is deep within … if they dare to believe.

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The carriage barreled along the gravel path at an alarming speed, its four spoked wheels devouring small stones under the weight of the conveyance. Grace had never had the pleasure of riding in such rich travel accommodations, and she would’ve enjoyed the experience if not for the dread blooming in her heart over reaching their final destination.

After some time passed in silence, the seat cushion beside her squeaked as Brother Anselm shifted his weight, presumably to peer out the window. “The mansion wants only a moat and a drawbridge,” her mentor said. “Then the picture would be complete. Something out of Grimms’ Fairy Tales to be sure.”

Grace leaned closer into his side and smiled in spite of the fact that he confirmed her worst fears about Devil’s Cove Manor. He always did enjoy a scary story.

Captain Limmerick emitted a dry laugh. “You believe in witches or the big bad wolf, then? I’m sorry to hear it. You’ll not survive long in the manor. Perhaps you prefer to stay closer to your almighty God in the chapel?”

“Do not be unkind,” Grace lashed out. “Brother Anselm has faced far worse than witches and wolves. I assure you we both have. Isn’t that the reason you sought my services tonight?”

“Something like that,” the captain replied. “Pray tell, Miss Grace, what exactly does 100 pounds get me? For that price I should expect a meeting with the devil, at the very least. Or perhaps the gatekeeper to Hell?”

Grace sat up straighter, unfazed by his taunts. He was barbaric for attempting to alarm her, and stupid, too, if he truly required her services. But if he wished to tease her, then two could play at his game.

“Who believes in fairy tales now? Can we expect a visit from the neighboring prince bearing a glass slipper?”

The captain’s amused chuckled filled the cabin. “That would require a ball first. I’ll see what I can do about that.”

Grace snorted and pulled her cloak tighter around her, warding off the sudden chill racing up her spine. Balls held no allure for her, and she was tired of sparring with the captain. She hunkered down in her seat, tapping her feet to promote blood flow to her frozen toes.

A foreign creaking sound filled her ears for a brief moment, and then the captain cleared his throat. “Take this blanket,” he said, placing it in Grace’s hands. “The nights grow cold in fall. We’ll be home soon, then you can warm yourself by the fire.”

She accepted it with a curt nod and set the blanket over her legs, reveling in what little warmth it offered now; for soon they would arrive at the manor and she would face the cold reality of her greatest fears.

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R.C. Matthews was raised in the Metro-Detroit area along with three sisters and a brother by deaf parents. Her father is a voracious reader and that gene lives on in all of his children. Now the reading gene is sprouting in her own two sons who love to read J.K. Rowling, Rick Riordan and may others. She enjoys traveling with her family (loving husband, two sons and a stepson), reading, down-hill skiing and playing board games with her family.

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