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Thursday, December 14, 2017

Something Old is New Again. Check out Dead in Space

It was supposed to be a simple rescue mission... what really happened was something else entirely. 

A strange new alien life form has surfaced on an out of the way colony planet. The deep space research vessel Thanatos Rising has been sent to ascertain what it is and where it came from. They are too late. An infection has spread across the planet killing and changing everyone in its path. Is it related to the Alien or is it something else altogether?

Previously part of The Expanded Universe Book 2 (now unpublished) 

Get it here on Amazon.

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Snippet time! Let's take a look at something from Blood on the Moon


 “Mr. Maxwell, Bill, we have discussed this numerous times. Healing takes time. You had a very serious leg fracture caused by that bullet. If not for the ORIF surgery performed by the attending hospital, you might never have used it properly again. The way they fused the bones together… Let’s just say the cast on your leg needs to stay on. You are free to move about the facility carefully, but please tell your nurse. If we have to send out a search party like last time, I will have you strapped down and fed intravenously. Do we have an understanding?”

Bill made a grumbling noise that sounded a bit like “yes,” possibly “yes, sir.”

“I will take that as an agreement from you. Have your nurse call me if you have any different questions or at least ones that refer to your treatment,” the doctor turned and walked out of the room.

“Stupid,” Bill muttered to the empty room. “You take one little walk outside and everyone loses their damn minds.”

“Only when that walk is up on the roof and through a door that is supposed to be locked,” a strange voice replied.

Bill looked up to see a tall brunette nurse watching him from the doorway. “I wanted to get a little fresh air that’s all,” Bill grunted.

The woman was leaning on the frame. She cocked her head to one side and smiled. Raising her hand she pointed toward the windows. “I do believe that is what that window and the park trail outside is for. Walking the trail out there might do you some good stretching out your legs. It would sure make my job a little easier.”

Bill frowned at the stranger. “Your job? What would your job be exactly then?” 

“Physical therapy. Yours to be specific. Someone up there thinks you’re sort of special and told me to come work with you a bit. They tell me that we need more special people just like you out  in the world.” The woman pointed her finger toward the ceiling.

Snorting, Bill shook his head at the physical therapist. “My bosses have two opinions of me. The first one is that I’m out of date and should be put out to pasture.” 

The dark-haired woman pushed off the door frame and stepped inside the room. Her gaze taking in every detail of the place in a single glance like someone in law enforcement might do. Catching Bill’s eyes as he studied her, she smiled. “You aren’t all that old. I would think your bosses, whoever they are, would appreciate experience over youth.”

“You would think that. But the FBI doesn’t share your opinion. They are like a kid with a shiny new toy. All whizz bang and no work. A buddy of mine tells me it takes three agents to do what one could do when I first started working for the bureau.”

“I thought computers and all that new technology was supposed to speed things up. It’s not all paper and pencil anymore, is it?” The woman in nurse’s clothing asked Bill as she crossed the room and settled into the lone chair. 

Bill tracked her movement like a cat watching a squirrel. His eyes narrowed as she sat down. None of his other nurses even tried to talk to him like this. “It’s not that way at all. To be truthful, I love the features of my new phone. It makes much of my investigative work far easier. But everything still takes time. Many of our records are old and only now being inputted into the system. My current boss bitches about all the paperwork constantly.”

“It sounds to me like he needs to take a breather. Is this the same boss that is trying to put you out to stud?” The nurse grinned at Bill and made her eyebrows jump.

Bill laughed. “She. My boss is a woman. My wife might object to that just a bit. I can see her chasing any filly that tried, across the field with a very heavy frying pan in her hand. She’s a terror in the kitchen.” 

“It sounds like both of them keep you in line pretty well,” the nurse replied.

“My wife does keep a pretty good eye on me. Agatha, my boss, has other ways of keeping track of me. Who are you exactly?” Bill looked pointedly at the nurse.

“I told you I was your new physical therapist. It’s my job to get you back in shape.” 

Bill frowned at the physical therapist. “Name?” 

“I’m not one of your cases, Agent Bill Maxwell. My name is Genevieve Vogel. As I told you before. I’m here to help.” She smiled at his puzzled expression.

“You are the first person here to take the time to talk to me like this. It makes a man a bit suspicious ... that’s all. What do I call you?” Bill patted his hospital gown as if looking for something.

“You are ever the investigator, aren’t you? Call me Gen if you like or nurse Vogel when your wife is around. I don’t want you to get into any trouble.” Gen pulled a notepad and pen out of her tunic and handed it to him.

Taking the pen and paper from her, Bill asked, “what’s this for?”

“It’s what you’re searching for isn’t it?” Gen replied with a smile on her face.

Once again Bill laughed. “It’ll do. I was searching for my phone. My wife has it. She didn’t want me working. My team is gearing up for a new case. She knows me way too well.”

“As I said before, she sounds like a smart lady. What’s the other opinion that is causing you such grief?” Gen asked Bill, trying to understand him.

Bill shook his head and smiled. “You, young lady, would make a good investigator. I like how you got me to tell you both personal details and background on my career. The bosses upstairs in the bureau want me gone because they think I’m too old school for them. They tried to make me quit by sticking me with a bunch of kids as part of a new program.” 

Gen nodded and commented, “Interesting.” 

“It was actually. Interesting, that is. My new boss is a Witch. The first one ever employed by the bureau. Her opinion of me is the exact opposite of the big bosses. She loves having me around. With just a bit more work I think she will make a first class director of the FBI if nothing kills her first.” Bill mused as he answered Gen’s comment.

 Gen looked at Bill with wide eyes. “Killed? Why would she be killed? Is your job that dangerous? I thought the FBI dealt with mobsters and kidnapping?”

“We still do all that stuff, and more. The group I work for is the Magical Division of the FBI. Our team takes on the things that go bump in the night. I’ve seen things that would curl your hair. We have a couple of shifters, a Vampire, and the Witch on our team. They’re a good bunch of kids and I’m proud to be a part of them.” Bill leaned back on his bed.

Gen looked at Bill with the smallest gleam in her eye. “You might be surprised by the things I’ve seen. Very little scares me anymore.”

Bill held up his hands as if to protest. Misunderstanding, he replied to her statement. “Hospitals are dangerous places. I’ll agree with you on that one.”

Gen looked skyward for a moment and nodded her head. She then looked straight at Bill. “I do believe we are going to get along just fine, Agent Bill Maxwell. Get some rest because tomorrow you are going to hate me.”

Bill shook his head. “I don’t hate anyone on the first day. Not usually.”

“Oh you will. I predict it. Rest now. Tomorrow we’ll work up a sweat and get you on the road to recovery. It’s the only way they are going to let you out of here, after all.” Gen stood up and looked around the room again. 

“Sure. Sweat. I’ll see you in the morning Nurse Vogel.” Bill closed his eyes as the drugs the doctors gave him earlier started to kick in.

Gen watched him fall asleep. Closing her eyes, she said a silent prayer for the soul of a good and honest man. Shaking her head, she stepped out of the room carefully closing the door behind her. 

The halls were dimly lit as the night shift took over. This was the recovery ward and most of the patients here weren’t at risk of dying anytime soon. Only a couple of nurses sat the kiosk as Gen passed. Neither of them even noticed her passing. 

Gen took the stairs rather than the elevator, it was the only way to get to the roof. Bill had managed to disable the lock the day before, but maintenance fixed it adding a louder and more high tech alarm. Gen heard none of that as she opened it. Most mortal and technological things often didn’t work or register around her kind.

The roof was empty when she stepped out onto it. A ladder sat near the door along with what looked like a toolbox. Looking up Gen could see several mounts for what she assumed must be cameras. Gen mused. “you really threw them for a loop Bill. Too bad I missed that circus. It must have been a sight to see all the worker bees here running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Wouldn’t look good to have a highly decorated FBI agent completely disappear from your hospital without a trace. Not good for getting funding.” 

Walking over toward the edge of the roof Gen looked out toward the parking lots and the city beyond. Austin, Texas was a fun town if you could handle all the walking and pedicabs. Not a place for the faint of heart when driving that’s for sure. People in cars were crazy. Too bad she couldn’t take in the sights. She’s seen a few good looking bars and restaurants downtown. Not this trip. No rest for the wicked and all that. 

“Why am I here? This guy is healthy as a horse. Can’t you see he’s champing at the bit to get out of this hospital? He didn’t jump off the roof yesterday like you said he was going to. Just from listening to him talk he isn’t going anywhere except back to work. And he’s on the side of the light to top it off. We don’t kill the good guys, Herman.” Gen spoke as she looked up into the sky.

The roof and the sky was completely silent. All the sky offered was a slight twinkling of stars. Gen looked down at her feet and shook her head back and forth. “Stupid damn rules.”

Holding out her hand she said a single word. Suddenly there was a flash of light and a sword appeared in Gen’s hand. Looking at it in the moonlight she smiled to herself. “Hello my pretty little friend. Just a phone call tonight, no smiting or battle.”

Sunday, December 10, 2017

Status Update and what's in store for 2018

Status Update: I'm hard at work on Blood on the Moon, book 7 of the Federal Witch series. ETA on it is January. No gigantic gap this time. After it will be the Demon war mini-series which sets up book 8.

 Other books that are coming soon is Coven Codex from Taki Drake and also the first Badger Hole bar book which contains the missing Agatha meets Zhanna story. Taki wrote it not me.

 Bradford Bates and I released the prequel for the upcoming Wild Hunt book. I will have snippets soon for it. Look for book 1 in January as well. 2018 is going to be a huge year for Federal Witch. 

Lots of series coming and new things as well. I've picked up another Co-writer named Freddie Kim. He's going to help me finish the Athena Lee series and start up a second series inside that universe. 

Lots of fun will be had all around. Here's a sneak peak at the new book cover for Blood on the Moon.

Friday, December 8, 2017

Brand New Cookbook and a continuation of the Marcella story all wrapped up together.

Harvest time in the Garden - and the bounty of the year is never more apparent! 

Join the celebration of the year with these recipes and stories based on T S Paul's Federal Witch series for entertaining tales and delicious food. Ranging from simple to spectacular, these recipes will encourage you to experiment with vegan and vegetarian recipes that are sure to please your palate!

Eat, Read, and Enjoy!

Another New Book! Read the Prequel to the upcoming Wild Hunt series today.

What would you do if you lost it all?

Rebecca was your not so normal everyday college kid. School was almost over, and that meant she would start training to take over her mother’s coven. That didn’t mean she wanted to, but she had years of brutal training to endure before she would be shackled by that responsibility. Hopefully, years where she wasn’t forced to live at home like she was now. That no boys in the house rule was the worst.

No boys seemed liked the worst that could happen, but that was before her family was attacked. Now Rebecca would give anything to be part of her family’s drama again, but that wasn’t possible, not with Ash on her tail. Staying two steps in front of Ash’s torturous pursuit had become her life’s only goal. Each day was a chance to bury the past. Nothing else mattered except keeping her mother’s grimoire safe.

Finding sleepy little Salem, Oregon might just be the key to her salvation. Although, Salem was harboring a few secrets of its own, and one of those secrets hated when witches stepped foot inside her city unannounced. What happens when Salem’s dirty little secret and the new witch in town collide?

Thursday, December 7, 2017

New Christmas Book is Now Available.

Flying Reindeer?! Who thought that one up?

Reindeer didn't fly until they met the Blackmore family. That is what Agatha has always said when asked about Santa Claus. But what is the real story? 

It is not only the Blackmore family that has Christmas tales. While Agatha tells stories of long ago, a Familiar from the Russian Witch series performs a beloved annual ritual, and a elven encounter with a Yuletide wolf goes into interesting directions. These stories by the three authors that write in TS Paul's Federal Witch Universe touch on the special interactions that we experience that occurs around this time of year.

A Joyous Season to You All!

Get it here!

Let's have another Snippet! This is from Book 7 - Blood on the Moon. That would be the next Federal Witch book


It was raining in Jackson, Tennessee when L J Austin rode into town. Rain streamed off his long, stringy hair mixing with the mud and other grime coating his leathers. His motorcycle was a strange mixture of many brands and styles. It made an unusual put-put-put noise as he pulled in under the gas station canopy.

L J sat on his bike for a couple moments staring out at the rain. The ride took way longer than he expected it to. Reaching out with his leather clad hand he pulled several sheets of window cleaning paper out of the dispenser. Wincing, he wiped his face off. Without all the dirt and road dust the scars could be plainly seen under his hair.
“You need gas, mister?”

L J looked over his shoulder to see a short red-haired teenager in a gas station uniform approaching him. “No. Is there someplace I can get a drink around here?”

The kid stopped and stared at the mud covered stranger. “Sure. We’ve got beer and stuff inside, but about the only place that’s open this time of night is the Moon.” He pointed back toward Interstate Forty.

“What the hell’s the Moon?” L J asked.

“You didn’t see the signs coming in? It’s the biggest and best barbeque this side of Memphis. Blood Moon BBQ is the name, but we all just call it the Moon around here. It’s on the other side of the highway next to the RV park,” the red-head answered.

L J pulled off his wet, slimy leather gloves and pushed his hair out of his face. A large one percent symbol stood out on his hand along with a stylized wolf paw tattoo.  He ignored the kid’s intake of breath when his scars became visible. “Thanks.”

He watched the kid beat a hasty retreat back into the gas station office. He chuckled to himself. Not everyday someone sees a monster out on the road. The rain was letting up a bit, so he pulled his gloves back on and gave his bike a crank. The put-put noise was familiar and soothing to him after so many years of riding solo. Time to see what this town had to give.

Finding the Moon was easy once he knew about it. The signs were everywhere. The one thing that stuck out in his mind was the wolf and moon logo. It reminded him of his past. Whether that was a good thing was questionable.

Blood Moon looked like the perfect place for an outlaw biker like L J to hang out it. It was almost too good to be true.

L J parked his bike under the lone oak tree in the parking lot. A few scattered trucks and cars surrounded him at the edge of the lot. Looking to his left he could see the tops of RVs sticking up over the fenced-off lot.

The magnetic feel of a Magickal ward hit him as soon as he approached the front door. Looking from side-to-side L J could see the slight color shimmer he associated with wards. He nodded. This confirmed what he picked up in that bar in Arkansas. Biker gangs were hit or miss. Especially with independents like he was. He almost didn’t make it out of the bar that time.