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Beyond by Catina Haverlock and Angela Larkin

 

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“Dangerous. Wrong.
She could be so close to finding out who I really am, and I don’t want to think about how badly that could damage her. If I have any conscience, I’ll turn and run. But I can’t let her go.”

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Presley Hale has no idea the guy she just told off in the school parking lot died in a drowning accident four months ago. Why would she? It’s not like she knows she can see the dead. Stunned by Presley’s sixth sense, Landon Blackwood rethinks his planned departure and begins tracking her to find answers to their mysterious connection.

When their complicated relationship turns dangerous, they learn that tampering with the boundaries of death comes with consequences. Can Landon save Presley from the insidious spirits who have marked her for death, or was their love doomed from the beginning?

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Violet’s shivering had finally subsided and she sat wrapped up in my comforter at the foot of my bed. We sat cross legged, knees to knees. I could tell she had been crying for a while. I laid my hand over hers.
“Tell me what’s going on.”
Violet didn’t look at me, but stared over my shoulder. “I’m forgetting.”
“What do you mean?”
“I feel like I’m forgetting my brother,” she said, her voice distant.
“No, Vi. Of course you’re not.” Again, I felt the choking guilt of having free access to the one thing that Violet missed the most.
She met my eyes. “That day we ditched and went to Kings Beach. Landon’s beach. That was our place. But I let myself have fun that day without him. How could I?”
“That’s a good thing.”
“I don’t think so. He used to be in my thoughts every minute. And now I find myself going an hour, maybe two not thinking of him at all.”
“Why is allowing yourself a little happiness bad?”
“Because I’m forgetting.” Her voice broke.
“He’s your twin; you are never going to forget.”
“Exactly. He was my twin and I have to pull up videos to remember how his laugh sounded.”
His voice gets husky when he laughs, I thought.
“Which side his dimple was on when he smiled. The exact shade of his hair.” She pressed her face into her hands, then roughly pulled her fingers through her hair. “It’s getting blurred.”
Dimple on the left. Hair the color of coffee without cream.
My eyes dropped to my hands in my lap. “I know it’s not the same, and I’m not trying to marginalize your pain, but sometimes when I look at Chase, I feel like I’ve lost a brother too. I’ve thought of that day at Kings beach also. Where was Chase? While we were ditching school, he was in a special-ed classroom. If he didn’t have autism, I would have brought him with us. Who am I to be making new friends and being all spontaneous when both of those things are so hard for him?”
I risked a glance and looked at her carefully. Her eyes were locked on mine and filling with tears, but I felt safe to continue. “I just want you to know that I understand how it feels to have things not turn out the way you’d hoped. What it’s like to be alone.”
Violet nodded. “There’s just no escaping it. I can’t run fast enough. It doesn’t matter how many things I fill my life with; how I try to distract myself. The pain is always there. It will always be there.”
I squeezed her hands.
She continued. “I’m just so scared I’m losing that connection we had. I’m telling you, Presley…it was like paranormal.” She smiled ruefully. “There was this one time I was at leadership camp in Sacramento. I got totally sick in the middle of the night. I thought it was just food poisoning. Then it got so bad that I couldn’t get off the bathroom floor to ask for help. Somehow, from a hundred miles away, Landon knew I was in trouble. He called and woke up my camp counselor to make her check on me.” Her eyes rounded. “My appendix ruptured and the surgeon said I would’ve been dead by morning.”
“That’s incredible,” I said.
“Exactly. Who has that? It was something unexplainable. And after he died, I could still feel him. That probably sounds crazy, but I swear I could sense him. And it’s fading. And I will never get it back.”
I could’ve fixed it in one sentence and just told her that Landon was standing outside right now. But that wasn’t my place. And who knew? It might make things worse.
I chose my words carefully. “I think I’ve learned enough about Landon to know that he’d want you to be happy. That he would be glad that things are getting a little easier for you. You’re not betraying him.”
Violet leaned forward and threw her arms around me. Her chin rested on my shoulder. “Can I just stay here tonight?”
“Of course you can.”
Long after Violet’s breaths grew slow and rhythmic, I laid there wondering how I landed here and how long I could keep this up.

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Catina worked her way through college as a TV reporter and a dating game show host. She’s a sucker for Young Adult romance stories (both real and make-believe). She has a panache for match-making and loves that many of her “set-ups” have resulted in marriages.

After spending most of her adult life in Las Vegas, Catina traded in tumbleweeds for earthquakes and now lives with her husband and four children near San Diego, California. If she’s not home, chances are you can find her at the beach, Disneyland or In-N-Out Burger.

 

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Angela Larkin writes clean teen romance and is a big fan of kissing (in life and in books). She’s been a gold miner, a pool cleaner, a mannequin dresser, and a teacher. She’s lived a true romance: meeting her husband in a case of mistaken identity. They recently moved with their four children from the sparkling city of Las Vegas to the shade of the North Carolina Pines. Chances are, she’s reading past bedtime.

 

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Genesis of Light by D.M. Cain

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I’m so excited to share with you the cover for my upcoming release, Genesis of Light! This novella is part of my epic, immersive fantasy series The Light and Shadow Chronicles. The series is centered upon a centuries-long war between two armies and each book focuses upon a character within the timeline. This novella gives the origin story of one of the armies – The Children of Light. A complementary novella entitled Origin of Shadow will be released towards the end of 2018.

There is no official release date for the book yet but I am hoping it will be towards the end of July 2018. In the meantime, if you haven’t read the others in the series yet you can get them here (though reading these first isn’t required to understand Genesis of Light):

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Genesis of Light D.M. Cain novella immersive epic fantasy fictionWarring countries, fantastical creatures, beings of terrible power and journeys of epic scale. The legendary Book of Alcherys tells wild and unimaginable stories. But they are not mere fairy tales. They are true, every word.

Callista Nienna is strong and independent, but nothing could have prepared her for civilisation being brought to a violent end. Now, she is forced to stay alive in a desolate wilderness with only her closest friend for support.

She has two choices: give up and die with the wilting world around her or seize her destiny and make it to the only sanctuary left unscathed. At the end of her journey, something awaits Callista, something both terrifying and unbelievable.

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      Everything happened in an instant. The sky tore open with a deafening crack and the ground beneath their feet shuddered. A deep boom and then fireballs were shooting through the air and plummeting down to the city. Callista gasped and jumped to her feet. Even from this distance, she swore she could hear the screams of terrified people as the city was obliterated. Buildings were flattened, reduced to smouldering rubble within seconds. It was as if the gods themselves were hurling rocks from the sky, decimating everywhere and everyone she loved. Tears welled in her eyes, her mouth wide with horror.
      Between the crumbling buildings and blazing infernos, Callista caught a glimpse of something impossible and unimaginable. She shook her head but when she looked back again it was still there. An enormous creature of towering height, unlike anything she had ever seen before. Engulfed with dripping lava and leaving wafts of sulphuric smoke in its wake, it skulked through the burning city. It swiped indiscriminately with gigantic burning fists, smashing aside buildings and trees, and crushing the bones of any living thing in its path.
      Slowly, as if recognising Callista’s presence, it turned to look at her. Sizzling eyes of such intense evil focused upon her petrified form. It held her gaze for a moment, then turned away. As quickly as it had emerged, it disappeared behind the remaining buildings and out of sight.

 

D.M. Cain Bio:

D.M. CainD.M. Cain is a dystopian and fantasy author working for Creativia Publishing. The Light and Shadow Chronicles series features a range of books which can be read in any order. The series instalments to date include A Chronicle of Chaos and The Shield of Soren.

Cain has released one stand-alone novel: The Phoenix Project, a psychological thriller set in a dystopian future. The Phoenix Project was the winner of the 2016 Kindle Book Review Sci-Fi novel Award.

Cain lives in Leicestershire, UK with her two young children, and spends her time reading, writing, reviewing and indulging in geek culture (Marvel, Game of Thrones, Star Wars, Harry Potter, Final Fantasy).

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The Sentinel’s Reign by Suzanne Rogerson

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Title: The Sentinel’s Reign
Series: Silent Sea Chronicles Book 2
Author: Suzanne Rogerson
Release date:  29th June 2018


The new Sentinel’s reign is doomed to failure unless Tei can prevent the Kalayan people from plunging into war.

The Sentinel's Reign ebook pic smallerWith the new Sentinel initiated and the magic restored on Kalaya, life is flourishing for Tei and the exiles. But Rathnor’s plans for war soon escalate and thwart any chance of peace.

Brogan’s position on the Assembly is uncertain as rumours circulate that he is an exile spy.

After an attempt on his life, Farrell is more determined than ever to build a home for his people on Stone Haven. But the council have their sights set on Kalaya and Farrell struggles to steer them from war.

As trouble brews within and outside forces gather against them, can the exiles keep their hold on the magic, or will this spell the end of Kalaya and its people?

The Sentinel’s Reign is a heroic fantasy. If you like character-driven adventures then you will love The Sentinel’s Reign.

This is the second book in the Silent Sea Chronicles trilogy and follows on from The Lost Sentinel.

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Prologue

Twenty years ago…
      ‘Hello, Callisa.’
      The little girl stopped playing with her doll and looked up at the red-haired woman standing outside the gate.
      ‘That’s a pretty doll.’
      The girl hugged the doll tightly against her chest and stroked the flower sewn on its dress.
      ‘Has your doll got a name?’
      Callisa sucked her lip and considered the question as she studied the woman, not sure if she should answer her.
      ‘I bet I can guess her name. Is it Dolly?’
      Callisa giggled and shook her head, twirling her finger through the doll’s woollen black hair.
      ‘Is it Ebony?’
      The girl shook her head again.
      ‘I know, it’s Raven, isn’t it?’
      Callisa loosened her hold on the doll and pouted. ‘How did you know?’
      ‘I know a lot of things, the same as I know you’re special.’
      ‘Mummy says I am.’
      ‘Your mummy’s right.’ The woman smiled and rubbed her belly.
      ‘You have a big belly,’ Callisa said and then watched the woman, worried she would get angry.
      Instead the red-haired woman laughed. The sound was musical and her eyes crinkled up at the corners. ‘That’s my baby. I’m going to have a little girl.’
      Callisa tilted her head to the side and studied the woman’s belly before closing her eyes and concentrating hard. ‘I can hear her heart beating.’
      The woman nodded. ‘Come and say hello to Tei.’
      Callisa got to her feet and approached the gate, her doll discarded in the dirt. She reached out and pressed her hand to the woman’s warm belly. ‘The baby moved.’
      ‘She’s saying hello to you.’
      Callisa kept her hand on the baby, feeling a foot kick against her.
      ‘You’re going to be friends one day.’
      ‘Are we?’
      ‘Oh yes, but not for a long time. Now I need to tell you something important, Callisa. Something only you and your mummy and daddy can know.’
      ‘A secret?’ She looked up at the woman, having to squint as a shaft of sunlight blinded her. ‘I like secrets.’
      ‘You have an important job to do, Callisa. One day Kalaya will need your help.’
      ‘The island is my friend.’
      ‘The island is a friend to all of us, but not everyone understands its magic.’
      ‘Mummy and Daddy don’t see it.’
      ‘But they know you do and that’s what matters. They’ll keep you safe here, safe from everyone.’
      ‘Mummy said a spirit visited her the day I was born and told her I was a child of magic.’
      The woman ran her hand down Callisa’s black hair. ‘The spirit was right. You’re a precious child, and they can’t have you until it’s time.’
      The woman’s eyes filled with tears, but she smiled them away.
      ‘Why are you sad?’
      ‘I’m not sad, I’m happy.’ She took hold of Callisa’s hand. ‘I know you and Tei will save the magic.’
      ‘People don’t like magic.’
      The woman nodded, her long red hair drifting around her shoulders in the breeze. ‘But it won’t be like that forever. Until then, you have to be very careful who you trust.’
      Her skin had gone pale and she gripped Callisa’s hand tightly. Callisa tried to pull away, but the woman held her as she gazed at the treeline.
      The woman relaxed her hold and smiled away the fear fluttering in Callisa’s chest.
      She tried to be brave and chewed at her nail, still a little bit scared by the woman’s words.
      ‘Tei will come for you and keep you safe, I promise.’ She brushed a lock of hair behind Callisa’s ear and winked at her. ‘You’ll both grow up to be special young women.’
      The baby kicked again and the woman smiled down at her bump. ‘See, Tei’s agreeing with me.’
      ‘Callisa, come inside and wash your hands. It’s dinner time,’ her mother called from inside the house.
      ‘I have to go.’ Callisa put her hand to the spot where the baby had kicked and felt the tiny push of a foot. ‘Goodbye, Tei. See you again one day.’
      She waved to the red-haired woman and dashed towards the cottage. When she reached the doorway, she stopped and turned back. The woman was still watching her, with her hand resting on her belly.
      Callisa ran back to her, swooping up the doll as she passed. ‘This is for Tei.’
      The woman hugged the doll to her chest. ‘Goodbye, Callisa.’
      Callisa waved and ran inside without looking back.publicity ebook and paperback

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
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author photo 2015Suzanne lives in Middlesex, England with her hugely encouraging husband and two children.

She wrote her first novel at the age of twelve. She discovered the fantasy genre in her late teens and has never looked back. Giving up work to raise a family gave her the impetus to take her attempts at novel writing beyond the first draft, and she is lucky enough to have a husband who supports her dream – even if he does occasionally hint that she might think about getting a proper job one day.

Suzanne loves gardening and has a Hebe (shrub) fetish. She enjoys cooking with ingredients from the garden, and regularly feeds unsuspecting guests vegetable-based cakes.

She collects books, loves going for walks and picnics with the children and sharing with them her love of nature and photography.

Suzanne is interested in history and enjoys wandering around castles. But most of all she likes to escape with a great film, or soak in a hot bubble bath with an ice cream and a book.

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Under A Hunter’s Moon by Timothy Bateson

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Title: Under A Hunter’s Moon
Series: Shadows Over Seattle: Prequel One
Author: Timothy Bateson
Genre: Fantasy, Paranormal

Past and present collide on Halloween

UAHM FINALRichard Parsons is a maverick wolf-shifter who grew up among the teen gangs of Seattle. His tendency to find trouble has often attracted police attention.

When a traveling exhibition returns to the McCaw Museum Richard finds that he has personal reasons to visit after hours. His audacious plan goes awry when a particular display forces painful memories to the surface.

Can Richard face down the demons of his past before the police become aware of his presence?

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Chapter One

October 31st, 2013

A janitorial closet served as my hiding place until the museum staff locked up for the night. The simple lock disengaged in seconds, and I made my way down the corridor. A solid oak door blocked my progress, as I reached into a backpack. This presented a challenge, but I resolved not to be defeated.

Pulling out my lock-picking tools, I set to work. I glanced over my shoulder a couple of times, thinking I heard movement from around the corner. The night guard was making her rounds, and I wanted to avoid running afoul of her. If she discovered me so close to obtaining my target, it would be disastrous.

Less than a minute after starting, the tumblers clicked into place. I eased the door open, slipping into the room housing the touring exhibition. Green light from the emergency exit sign, cast a pale glow over my shoulder. I shouldered my backpack, as I placed a folded piece of paper between the deadbolt, and the strike plate, preventing the lock from engaging. I tested the door and it required more than a casual effort to push open – more than satisfactory.

The door opened into the rear of an exhibition room. Dim overhead lights shone down on several displays. Dim moonlight shone through the honey-combed skylight, causing filaments of shadow to overlay the displays, a little like dark cobwebs. The clouds were so wispy that there was little chance of them obscuring the moon.

The displays highlighted various predators and prey of Washington. Different lighting effects created a feel of the wilderness and unsettled the nerves of the average visitor. Years of hunting at night meant that I wasn’t even the least phased.

I glanced around, getting my bearings, and took in the life and death struggles that surrounded me. To the left, a rabbit ran from a cougar. To the right several pheasants flew from bushes, pursued by a raging boar.

Despite the familiarity of the other scenes, the central display caught my attention. The woodland recreation was so realistic that I detected the scent of dampness in the soil. Two hunters hid in the bushes, pointing their rifles at a third figure. Though she wasn’t human, I knew both aspects of her nature human and wolf.

Her wolf form was posed as if running from the hunters. As I reached out to touch her paw, I remembered how things had turned out on the night portrayed. My fingers contacted perfectly preserved fur, and the sensations flooded back from that Halloween night.

The air turned damp, the scent of the forest after a rainfall filled my nostrils and the sensations of grass and mud between my toes. Tears welled up, blurring my vision, and memories came flooding back. As I looked up through the skylight, the moon became fuller and brighter – a Hunter’s Moon that shone through the trees. The room faded.

 

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A quick read pulled me in and left me wanting so much more! This short prequel, touching on a new twist to werewolf lore, certainly whet my appetite for further reading of Shadows Over Seattle.

 

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Timothy Bateson is a writer who broke into the market in 2014, with three short stories being featured in Halloween and science-fiction anthologies. In 2016, Bateson self-published a re-release of “Under A Hunter’s Moon”, the first of a several stories set in the “Shadows Over Seattle” world, which he co-writes with his wife, Sandi.

Bateson is also a blogger who often spotlights books and fellow indie authors, alongside his other interests, such as the Brain to Books Cyber Convention events, falconry, journaling, quotes, and reading.

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Awaken by K.S. Marsden

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Title: Awaken
Series: Northern Witch #2
Author: K.S. Marsden
Genre: YA Fantasy LGBT
Release date: 20th August 2018

 
Mark has everything he ever wanted. He is training to be a fully-fledged witch; and he is dating the hottest guy at school.
But events from last winter have set things into motion that he is not prepared for.

Witches, demons, and danger come together to prove that this… this is only the beginning.

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      Mark’s attention snapped back to the present, as his horse sharply leapt aside. Lulu’s ears were flat back and her muscles tense, and Mark hurried to steady her before she bolted.
      “What’s happening?” Damian’s voice was laced with panic.
      Mark looked around them, trying to find the source of Lulu’s unease, but there was nothing he could see that would upset the horse. Perhaps it was the scent of a predator, that spurred on such a violent reaction; but Mark had never seen anything bigger than a fox up here.
      “Dunno, it’s fine now.” Mark answered, finally turning in his saddle, when he was sure his horse wasn’t going to take off. He looked at Damian, whose bright blue eyes were wide with fear, and his hands gripped the front of the saddle again. Good old Holly looked remarkably relaxed. The little mare ignored Lulu’s antics, and was quietly grazing, waiting for her rider’s next command.
      Mark sighed, maybe they should turn back now, before he scared Damian off horses forever. And, he had to admit, before he scared him away completely.
      Mark looked at their surroundings. They had left the main track, to take a shortcut to the river. There was nothing but grass underfoot, and rough bushes hovering low to the ground.
      Mark looked closer, through the dead-looking thorns at his side, and saw a lump of stone. It was pockmarked and worn from hundreds of years in the elements, but its shape was too geometric to be accidental.
      It wasn’t unusual to come across the remains of old buildings up here, but Mark had never spotted this one before. He-
      He thought he heard a voice, deep and constant, reverberating through the air. Mark couldn’t make out what the voice was saying, the words deformed, and lost to time. Everything about him went still. The wind dropped, and the birds were silent. Mark strained harder, sure he could understand the voice, if he just tried hard enough…
      His horse suddenly squealed with fear, and reared, throwing Mark off balance. He tried to pull himself straight in the saddle, but Lulu was blinded by panic, and bolted.
      Mark felt the air shift around him, he thought he heard his name being shouted, and then with a heavy thud, everything went black.

 

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35486042_602790366769190_1403381745084006400_nKelly S. Marsden grew up in Yorkshire, and there were two constants in her life – books and horses.

Graduating with an equine degree from Aberystwyth University, she has spent most of her life since trying to experience everything the horse world has to offer. She is currently settled into a Nutritionist role for a horse feed company in Doncaster, South Yorkshire.

She writes Fantasy stories part-time. Her first book, The Shadow Rises (Witch-Hunter #1), was published in January 2013, and she now has several successful series under her belt.

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Hell Holes: What Lurks Below by Donald Firesmith

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It’s August in Alaska, and geology professor Jack Oswald prepares for the new school year. But when hundreds of huge holes mysteriously appear overnight in the frozen tundra north of the Arctic Circle, Jack receives an unexpected phone call. An oil company exec hires Jack to investigate, and he picks his climatologist wife and two of their graduate students as his team.

Uncharacteristically, Jack also lets Aileen O’Shannon, a bewitchingly beautiful young photojournalist, talk him into coming along as their photographer. When they arrive in the remote oil town of Deadhorse, the exec and a biologist to protect them from wild animals join the team. Their task: to assess the risk of more holes opening under the Trans-Alaska Pipeline and the wells and pipelines that feed it. But they discover a far worse danger lurks below. When it emerges, it threatens to shatter Jack’s unshakable faith in science. And destroy us all…

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“Professor, take a look at this,” Mark said, squatting down and pointing at the nearest mound of dirt. He held his hand a few inches over it. “There are small holes, and I can feel gas escaping from them. That’s weird; it should be freezing, but it’s actually warm.” He leaned over and sniffed the air just above the hole. “Jesus, that reeks,” he cursed as he stood up and rubbed his eyes.

I reached down. There was a surprisingly large flow of gas coming out of the hole. I looked around at all of the other mounds of dirt dotting the ice on which we were standing. “Shit,” I exclaimed. “We’ve got to get the hell out of here.”

“Why?” he asked with a confused look on his face. “We just got here.”

“Prudhoe Bay natural gas is about three fourths methane. One eighth is ethane, propane, and other heavier hydrocarbons, while the remaining eighth is carbon dioxide. I’m not worried about the methane and ethane; they’re lighter than air and will drift up and out of the hole. But carbon dioxide, propane, and hydrogen sulfide are all heavier than air and build up in low areas.”

“Like the bottom of this hole,” Mark said as the nature of our danger dawned on him.

“Like the bottom of this hole,” I agreed.

Although I was breathing rapidly, it was becoming increasingly harder to catch my breath. Both were early signs of carbon dioxide poisoning. Meanwhile, my eyes were really watering, my nose was running, and my lungs were starting to burn. Hydrogen sulfide combined with the water on their moist surfaces to form hydrosulfuric acid. I had a dull headache and was becoming increasingly nauseated. Worse, the stench of sulfur had begun to disappear: a classic symptom of hydrogen sulfide poisoning. “We have to head back up and strap on oxygen tanks and full face respirators before we come back down.”

“Okay, Professor,” he replied, looking at me with concern. “You’re definitely not looking so good.”

Weak and increasingly clumsy, Mark had to help me reach the rope and secure it to my climbing harness. Then he said into his walkie-talkie, “Angela, there’s hydrogen sulfide and excessive carbon dioxide down here, and we need to get out of here right now. It’s made the professor sick, so I’m sending him up first.”

“Understood, Mark,” Angie replied, her voice indicating her concern. “Is he ready?”

“Yes, all hooked up,” Mark replied.

A second later, the rope began pulling me up. It sped faster and faster until I was practically running up the side of the hole. Soon, I was up to where the permafrost gave way to damp dirt. I slipped going over the boundary, and the rope dragged me face first over the short muddy slope. Bill helped me climb over the ridge of dirt surrounding the edge and unhooked my climbing harness.

Coughing and unable to catch my breath, I stumbled into Angie’s arms. The caustic gasses at the bottom of the pit had set off one of my ordinarily rare asthma attacks, leaving me gasping for air. I fumbled through my pockets, found my rescue inhaler, and had to give myself three puffs before my breathing became easier. Meanwhile, my eyes were still burning and watering so heavily that I heard rather than saw Bill throw the end of the rope back into the pit and use the winch to lower it rapidly into the hole. After helping me wipe the mud from my face, Angie wrapped me a bear hug, totally heedless of the muck she was transferring to her own face and clothes.

“It’s down,” Jill said, her voice amplified through our walkie talkies.

Bill stopped the winch, and we waited for Mark to tell us when he was ready to come up.

“Okay, I’m ready,” Mark said. “Bring me up.”

Bill restarted the winch, and the rope began winding itself back around its spinning shaft.

Feeling stronger, I let go of Angie and turned back towards the pit so I could watch Mark being raised over the edge. It was at that moment, through eyes still somewhat blurry from tears, that I saw Kowalski. He was standing near the edge of the hole, a few feet downwind so that the smoke from his cigarette wouldn’t bother us. He took a final puff and carelessly flicked the still smoldering butt into the pit.

“Stop!” I croaked, my voice raspy and painful from coughing.

Kowalski turned towards me, and our eyes met. Unaware of what he’d just done, he was completely confused by the expression of horror on my face.

After seconds that seemed to stretch into eternity, the cigarette butt tumbled past Mark and eventually reached the depth where the concentration of methane and hydrogen sulfide reached explosive levels.

 

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Donald Firesmith Author.jpgA computer 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 is also proud to have been named a Distinguished Engineer by the Association of Computing Machinery, although his pride is tempered somewhat worrying whether the term “distinguished” makes him sound more like a graybeard academic rather than an active engineer whose beard is still more red than gray.

By 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, his son Dane, and varying numbers of dogs and cats.

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Hungry For Love by Maya Sacher

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Title: Hungry For Love
Author: Maya Sacher
Genre: Women’s Fiction, Book Club Fiction, Contemporary Romance, Family Drama
Publication Date: March 1, 2018

 

book coverElizabeth, a dentist in her late thirties, doesn’t have it all. She is coping with her husband’s coma, her unresolved grief over her mother’s death, her mixed feelings toward her stepmother, dissatisfaction with her job.

Unexpectedly, she falls in love with a musical zoo curator from Australia. He is divorced, he has a dog and a tween daughter who doesn’t want Elizabeth around.

When her husband wakes up, Elizabeth’s life is thrown into chaos. The choice before her is unbearable because she doesn’t want to hurt anyone, yet she wants to do the right thing, whatever that is. The expectations of her family and her men don’t make it any easier. What should she do? Can she have her cookie and eat it too?

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Excerpt:

As they stepped onto the sidewalk, Aidan gripped her hand as if not to let it slip out. “I love you, Ellie. You know that, don’t you?”

How many times had she wished she could give up a second, a day, a year, half her life just to once more see Mother’s beautiful smile, feel her comforting embrace? But not now. Now she wouldn’t give up a single moment, even if that would bring back Mother. How could she give this up? This joy Aidan pulled to the surface so effortlessly. This energy which enveloped her as if it could lift her off the ground. Had she ever lived to the fullest? Was this how it felt? And all because of him? Those cutest of words?

She stopped to look at him. “I know.”

Aidan cupped her cheek and kissed her, all the while holding her hand. She couldn’t stop smiling, her teeth colliding with his, grazing his lips. She wished she could capture them in a photograph, one she could go back to when her memory failed her. But her mind would have to do. Her crazy happy mind.

 

Author Bio:

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Maya Sacher is a writer, a law school graduate, an activist, and the author of a short story collection, God’s Sins, and a novel, Horny Girl, both published in Croatia.

She travels on occasion, she watches a lot of movies, and she loves a good book, especially books that make her laugh and teach her new things.

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An Interview with Maya Sacher