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wife and five kids and a little dog. He writes fiction, thrillers and soft
sci-fi with a little short horror on the side. He holds an MBA and work sin
finance for a biotechnology firm.Jace volunteers with the Boy Scouts, plays and writes music, and enjoys
everything outdoors. He’s also a novice photographer.
not hard to figure out why picking has become one of America’s fondest
pastimes. It’s treasure hunting while connecting with history. But what if
those treasures hunt us back?
From old books, to vinyl records, antique mirrors, vintage figurines, or a
Bob’s Big Boy piggy bank, curses have no limits.
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fought back the rage. After all she’d gone through. After all she’d suffered
and waited. This wasn’t hell. This was heaven. They were together. That’s what
heaven meant, right? To be with those you love? Forever?
raised in the rainy streets of the Seattle Area, L.P. Masters spent her fair
share of time staring out rain-streaked windows and writing books. Masters has
always had extremely vivid dreams, which often spark inspiration for her
novels. In 1999, after one such dream, Masters began her first writing project.
She has participated in National Novel Writer’s Month every November since
2010. Writing isn’t the only thing she can do with a pen in her hand, she also
enjoys sketching and drawing—with varying degrees of success. Masters now lives
in the slightly-less-dreary city of Spokane Washington with her husband, four
wonderful daughters, and two crazy dogs.
for her afterlife is simple: survive as long as possible. The afterlife is a
ghost-kill-ghost kind of place. When she meets newly-dead Alec, she can’t help
her desire to protect him. Before she knows it, she finds herself falling for
him, despite the little voice in her head telling her it’s a bad idea.Alec’s goals don’t mesh well with Gina’s plans. Determined to save his living
sister from a murderer, he’s willing to disobey the laws of a well-established
cult in the afterlife. If the cult finds out, they’ll kill him. Again. He’s
hesitant to accept Gina’s help and threaten her afterlife, but he’s guaranteed
to fail without her. Together they embark on a perilous mission, but the most
dangerous aspect of all is the threat of falling in love. Because in the
afterlife… love is death.
feeling, but there wasn’t much I could do, so I slipped into a dream. Ghosts
rarely slept, but when we needed to, there was no stopping it.
armrest digging into my elbow. I could barely keep my eyes open. Streetlights
flashed through my closed lids as we drove down the road.
night, and my boyfriend, Caden, and I had stayed up late the night before,
studying for finals.
didn’t answer, but I didn’t think anything of it. I’d almost drifted back to
sleep when I heard the horn blaring.
my window. Pain like none I’d ever felt before ripped through me. The noise
rose to a crescendo, and I could feel.
I felt myself being torn apart, my soul wrenched from my body.
I walked to a rock that sat in front of a nearby driveway and hugged my knees.
I scanned the quiet streets, waiting for some sort of light or understanding.
Waiting for heaven. Heaven never came, and it didn’t take long for me to
realize that the afterlife was nothing more than hell on Earth.
entourage as a defender. Her growing Talent ability makes her a target for the
Elitists, and her gender makes people question her competence. She must protect
the sept son. Any mistake could be fatal.
would cause trouble, but he didn’t realize how much. Rebels are rising. He
could lose his title, his position, and if he’s not careful, his life. As the
assassination attempts grow bolder, Hadrian must rely upon his young defender
and their shared faith in the Almighty to keep him from faltering.
eyes and a wave of hatred and confusion followed us out the doors of the dining
hall. I wanted to put up a stronger shield around Hadrian, but no amount of
energy was going to block out the spite behind us. It helped that Hadrian was
leading us down the corridor at a pace that kept me trotting to keep up. The
farther we were away from that crowd, the better.
may I have an hour in private?” Hadrian sent. I was so distracted by the
emotion behind us that for a moment I thought he was asking me. Then my brother
a sharp left, Hadrian flung open the next set of double doors and swept into
one of the side rooms off the main corridor. With quick orders from Renato, two
defenders took up stations on either side of the doors while the remaining four
followed us into the room and closed the doors behind us.
the windows from the outside,” Renato ordered. I heard them obey, but I didn’t
see them because my attention was taken up with watching Hadrian.
had crossed directly to the far wall of the room and sagged against it. His
wide shoulders sloped and his head fell forward as though it was too heavy for
him to lift. This alone would have concerned me, but the storm of pain, fear,
anger, and frustration that warred within him was what tore a cry of help to
the Almighty from my heart.
help him. Give me wisdom. What can I do to ease his pain? Please, God, give him
Renato’s panicked query brought Hadrian eyes to him. “You didn’t eat any of the
fruit, right? Do you need a healer?” My brother stepped forward into the sept
son’s personal space. “What is wrong?”
raised a hand wearily and pushed him back. “I am fine, Renato. Now go fetch
Korneli. I have time for him now.”
my question first.”
merely shook his head. “No, I didn’t eat. I am not going to die, Renato. At
least, not at this moment. Now go.”
Renato turned to me. “Come. Korneli is…”
she stays here.” Both of us turned to regard the sept son. Hadrian had not
Master, you said I was to never leave you and her alone.”
in Plantonio when you leave. He will act as witness. Now go get Korneli before
I throw you out.”
Master.” Executing a sharp salute, he walked toward the door, sending me a
warning look as he passed.
did not move as Plantonio appeared, saluted, and then took station near the
door. I watched Hadrian carefully, monitoring the emotions that kept flaring
from him. Without the life of his dark eyes, his face appeared years older than
I knew him to be. Feathered lines radiated from his closed eyes and deep
crevices bracketed his mouth. The dark circles under his eyes spoke of hours of
lost sleep. A flare of anger distracted me from his face for a moment as I
stepped back from the intensity. His eyes flew open and immediately focused on
did you know?” he asked. Slowly lifting his head and straightening, he crossed
to the nearest chair and sank into it.
did you know it was poisoned?”
intended to kill you.”
how did you know? Did you read his thoughts?”
flooded through me. The servant hadn’t been a Talent. To read his thoughts
would be worthy of grave punishment. “No, he was projecting the emotions of a
man afraid of getting caught. When I saw him exchange the dishes, I knew why.”
closed his eyes and laid his head against the chair back. Pain washed over me
as his forehead tightened.
I asked before thinking.
smiled bitterly. “The cost of stress and tension.”
does it hurt?”
sighed wearily. “Are you sure you want details?” He opened one dark brown eye
and squinted at me.
there anything I can do to help?”
closed his eye. “Yes. Come and sit in the chair across from me, so I don’t have
to keep looking up at you.”
quickly moved to obey, carefully stepping over his sprawled legs to reach the
chair. “Does this often happen, Sept Son?”
He lifted a hand to massage his forehead. “The headaches?”
the attempts on your life.”
often than I would like. I haven’t had this close a brush in a while.”
wants you dead?”
looked at me from beneath the shade of his hand. “The better question is who
doesn’t want me dead, Zez. The mesitas, half the kings, and most of the
worshipers of the goddess wish me out of the picture permanently.”
didn’t know what to say. I knew without a doubt that my father was one of the
group that wished Hadrian ill. What words does one offer a man who has recently
don’t hold it against you, Zez. Your father’s position has not affected my
trust in you or Renato. In fact, Renato’s closeness to me has limited some of
the attacks because Ilar doesn’t want to harm his son.” He paused for a few
moments. “I am sorry to bring you into the midst of this. This isn’t the place
shook my head. He was wrong. “This is where I am supposed to be. If I hadn’t
been here, the Almighty wouldn’t have used me to prevent your death.” I
shuddered slightly at the thought. “I am the most qualified in many ways, and
you are going to teach me so that I can grow even more skilled. He has a
purpose for me here.”
laughed softly. “I can’t argue with that. His purpose is the only thing that
keeps me here. Though, I fear at times, Zez, that I am not going to survive
this. Each time I face my mortality, I wonder what the Almighty has in store.
All it would take is one moment when He decides not to show me grace and stop
the assassin’s hand. One time and all I have worked for would be gone.”
has promised that what He has purposed will come to pass.” I quoted one of my
favorite passages of the Revelation to him. “I shall pray that He will continue
to spare you.”
his hand, Hadrian looked at me and smiled slowly. “Thank you, Zez. Your prayers
will guard my soul while your Talent will guard my body. I will do the same for
you and, Almighty willing, we shall survive. If not, at least we shall be at
peace.” Then he quoted another favorite passage of mine. It spoke of the
instantaneous transformation at death when a believer steps from his own body
into the presence of the Almighty.
The ancient sorceress Merlin awakes from a fevered dream and Morgana la Fey stirs in the dark, biding her time to strike against Merlin and AvalonSunday, October 6th, 2019
Arthur Godwin-Dragos finds himself much unlike his childhood heroes
who fought for the grace and honor of Camelot. Banished to a bleak
boarding school in England, Arthur cannot help but retreat into the
fantasy of his mother’s old tales. Longing for his own destiny to
assuage his loneliness and despair, Arthur withers in exile in wait
for something more.
the stillness, however, the hands of fate begin to turn. Across the
universe, far out of reach of time or space, the planet Avalon grows
dim. The ancient sorceress Merlin awakes from a fevered dream–as
prophecy calls out through the darkness. Sealed and forgotten,
Morgana la Fey stirs in the dark, biding her time to strike against
Merlin and Avalon. Once again must the legend of King Arthur awaken,
and with the power of the mighty Excalibur, beat back the
insufferable darkness once and for all.
C. Fisher is an emerging author who was born in Vandenberg, AFB,
California. Currently, he happily writes and resides in
2007 to 2011, he proudly served in the United States Marine Corps.
Three years ago he was introduced to the writing world after a bout
of inspiration drove him to write his very first story. After sharing
his work with several people and receiving favorable feedback, he
decided to continue treading on the creative path of
he doesn’t have a pen in hand, you can find him at the bowling alley
getting strikes or at home reading fantastical books.
When you walk into a room what do you
notice first? Second? Oh, you’re going to think I’m weird or
something, but the wallpaper. I just LOVE wallpaper. I like to look at it, and
I like to touch it, especially if it’s padded wallpaper like we have in the
Chalk House. Hehe, you know, I even like licking
the wallpaper when nobody’s watching. I guess countesses aren’t supposed to do
that sort of thing. But, yeah, I like the taste of the glue. The second thing I
look for is a bathroom. I love sitting in bathrooms. Yeah, I’m mental, I guess.
How would you change the world? The
things around you? The people around you? I don’t know—I’m
still pretty new to the world and how it works. I guess I just want everybody
to love each other. I’ve spent such a long time not being loved, I want to make
up for it now. Love all around, everybody happy. Let’s dance and love each
other. Why not?
How do you learn best? On
the floor, after lunch. I love sitting on the floor. I feel all caged up in a
chair. Yeah, I’m weird, right? But, that’s how G taught me to read mostly, us
sitting nose to nose on the floor. I think I’ve thrown more chairs than have
actually sat in them. Chairs are great for throwing, but, they kind of hurt my
What are your goals in life? You’re
making my head hurt, haha. I just want to be a good wife and a good mom once we
have kids. That might sound simple, I guess, but when you’ve lived underground
under the Black Hat’s heel for most of your life, it’s the simple things you
crave. Oh—I guess I want to master my Shadow tech too. I’m trying, I practice
all the time, and I’m trying not to cheat using NatalZ of Mund’s ‘squash data’
we got in Vain. That’s cheating. I want to figure out how to make StT’s, like
NatalZ could. But, it’s really, really hard. Hey, you’re not a Black Hat are
What unusual hobbies or interests do you
have? (Kat blushes) Well, ok, I’ll just tell you. I love tying G up. I’ll tie him to
anything. Have sex isn’t the same unless he’s trussed-up like a Nether Day
goose. Umm, that doesn’t freak you out or anything, does it? I mean, it’s all
in good fun. I’m sure other countesses tie their guys up—look what they’re
missing out on. I love my G … but I really, really, really love him all tied
What are you most afraid of? Well,
I really don’t like being shut into confined spaces. It’s not something I like
talking about much. I just don’t like small spaces.
If you had one wish, what would it be? (Kat
tears up) My Sisters … Bird, Walker, even Wheel. I’d give anything to have them
back. Really miss them. I’m sorry, I need to step away for a moment …
What do you like best about yourself? I
like my hair. Yeah. I like the color and I like my temples freshly shaved. I
like how my hair whips around when it’s windy. I could sit in the boudoir for
hours letting them comb my hair. I used to not like my hair color, but, as few
other people seem to have it, I guess it makes me stand out a little.
What do you like least about yourself? I’m
too short. When I want to kiss my G, I’ve got to stand on something, or he’s
got to stoop. I loved how tall Walker was, that’s how I’d like to be: longer
legs, way tall, my head in the clouds.
do you think other people think of you? I have no
idea. G likes me, his sister Lyra likes
me, and the other 28 sisters are coming around. I guess that’s fine with me for
now. The people I love, love me back, and that’s great. The people in Tyrol
seem cool, I don’t have issues with anybody. I know I’m probably not what they
were expecting as far as a countess and all, but, what you see is what you get.
I’m happy, and that’s all that matters.
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Snow White is now Snow Leslie, trapped in an off-script fairy tale that’s doomed to spiral into a never, ever afterMonday, September 9th, 2019
Ranger Book 1
MG Fantasy, Fairy Tale Mashup
care what you wish for. You just might get it.
Casey doesn’t think life could get any more unfair. Plans for her
special basketball tournament are tossed aside by her sister’s
wedding plans. She even has to be a bridesmaid now, with all the lace
and silk and—oh, the horror! All she wants is an escape, but she
never imagined she’d be swept away to a world of Mother Goose
rhymes, fairy tales, stories of Arabian Nights, and oh, by the way,
all but one fairy godmother has been kidnapped.
learns she’s been summoned as the Fable Ranger to lead the search
and rescue of the missing wish-makers. But she’s not the hero they
want. In the world of fairy tales, damsels aren’t meant to swoop in
and save the day.
all Casey wants is to go home, but the veil between worlds is on
lockdown. Taking fate into her own hands, she embarks on an airship
flight to find the phoenix tears that can open her way home. Her
journey would’ve gone as smooth as the perfect layup if it weren’t
for that pesky bounty the evil Dovetail has placed on her head. But
if Casey fails, the Arabian Nights will disappear forever—and leave
her trapped in a world unraveling one fairy tale at a time.
Ranger Book 2
is home! But not for long…
short-lived return to the real world is followed by a rapid scramble
back to Lorealia to tackle Dovetail and more of his mischief. This
time, it’s a family affair — not just to save the missing
godmothers, but to rescue her sister Leslie as well.
White is now Snow Leslie, trapped in an off-script fairy tale that’s
doomed to spiral into a never ever after with the rest of Lorealia if
Casey, her father, and Charlie-boy fail their mission to stop a
has the book finally realized it made a mistake in choosing Casey as
the Fable Ranger after all? Why is it rejecting her?
miss this final installment of the exciting Fable Ranger duology.
and raised in Little Rock, AR, Angela now calls Central Texas
and writing have been lifelong passions. It was around the time she
gave birth to her forever-love, nicknamed Chipmunk, that she really
took writing seriously. After all, how could she teach her child to
follow her dreams if she hadn’t tried herself?
a YA fantasy/sci-fi reader and author, she favors the magical,
mysterious, the darker side of life…even harbors a secret fright
for things that go bump in the night.
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Matt’s life changes forever when a family of druids moves into the dilapidated Victorian mansion next doorTuesday, September 3rd, 2019
Secrets of Hawthorne House
Teen Paranormal Mystery
life changes forever when a family of druids moves into the
dilapidated Victorian mansion next door. The story of an unlikely
friendship, the clash of two completely different cultures, secret
magic, and a search for the lost Hawthorne treasure.
geek by day, Donald Firesmith works as a system and software engineer
helping the US Government acquire large, complex software-intensive
systems. In this guise, he has authored seven technical books,
written numerous software- and system-related articles and papers,
and spoken at more conferences than he can possibly remember. He’s
also proud to have been named a Distinguished Engineer by the
Association of Computing Machinery, although his pride is tempered
somewhat by his fear that the term “distinguished” makes
him sound like a graybeard academic rather than an active engineer
whose beard is still slightly more red than gray.
night and on weekends, his alter ego writes modern paranormal
fantasy, apocalyptic science fiction, action and adventure novels and
relaxes by handcrafting magic wands from various magical woods and
mystical gemstones. His first foray into fiction is the book Magical
Wands: A Cornucopia of Wand Lore written under the pen name Wolfrick
Ignatius Feuerschmied. He lives in Crafton, Pennsylvania with his
wife Becky, and his son Dane, and varying numbers of dogs, cats, and
Everything and everyone important to Tom is threatened unless he can solve the mysteries of the KadohadachoTuesday, August 27th, 2019
Lost Treasure of the Kadohadacho
YA Historical Adventure
of the Kadohadacho is the saga of eighteen-year old Tom Murrell, who
in 1818 strikes out with his family from Tennessee to the “Arkansaw”
Territory to build a new life in the frontier west of the
Mississippi. Tom’s father, John Murrell, plans to carve a homestead
out of the wilderness, but Tom wants no part of it. He wants to do
something else with his life besides spend it behind a plow, but it
seems he has no choice in the matter. Their expedition would take the
Murrell family and their traveling companions through the perilous
Great Raft, a 100-mile tangle of broken trees, stumps and hidden
perils between Natchitoches, the last civilized town on their journey
and Long Prairie, their destination on the banks of the Red River.
for Tom and John when they encounter an Indian massacre — four Osage
are murdering a Kado Xinesi (high priest), and his guide. Trying to
save the Kado, Tom is forced to kill one of the Osage braves and is
almost killed himself. Before Tiatesun, the Kado holy man dies, he
makes Tom his blood brother and draws a map in his own blood in
John’s Bible to some place called Na-Da-cah-ah. Tiatesun wants them
to somehow get the map to his tribal elders. This draws Tom into a
raging conflict between the Kado and their arch enemies, the Osage.
His new friends Mattie and James say there is no alternative. They
must use the map to find Na-Da-cah-ah. Only then can Tom be sure that
his family and friends will be safe.
against time – a race against Wey Chutta’s band of renegade
Osage. Dangers are everywhere. The only chance to save his family is
for Tom, Mattie and James to join with six Kado warriors, make sense
from the map and the many clues they uncover on their quest, and
discover the real Na-Da-cah-ah. It could already be too late. Because
the Osage know more than they should. Everything and everyone
important to Tom is threatened unless he can solve the mysteries of
Braziel is the author of KADO – Lost Treasure of the Kadohadacho. He
has been a rock musician, company executive, serial entrepreneur,
widely read blogger and is the author of The Domino Effect,
bestselling nonfiction book about energy resources.
country in Northeast Texas, Rusty is the gggg-grandson of John
Murrell, patriarch of the Murrell family whose 1818 expedition from
Tennessee to a frontier settlement in Arkansas launches the story in
Lost Treasure of the Kadohadacho.
Braziel has been a student of the Caddo tribal culture in
pre-Columbian and early frontier periods, including the tribe’s
history, language and beliefs.
Teresa split their time between a homestead in Northeast Texas and
grandkids in Houston.