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Saturday, July 22, 2017

How about a sneak peek at Space Cadets? Check out Snippet #01

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“She’s not going to tell you. Even though she’s a robot she’s still a cat. They like keeping secrets. Even from us.”

The robot in question didn’t even look up at us. Instead it jumped up onto one of the benches and began pretending to clean it’s fur. The holographic system that provided the look of hair on the CATTs was almost perfect. It still amazed me how little people said about them. Especially those in the military. Both the CATTs and the ‘droids’ were very commonplace now. For me it didn’t matter where I ended up. It was true that I wanted ship duty or even special operations but anything would do. This Navy was so much more interesting than the Empires. Safer too. Internally I gave a little shudder at the thought of what could have happened to me if I had stayed with them after the revolution. Lunch for a bunch of clones wouldn’t be memorable.

“Just like a real cat. The ones we have at home are like that. My uncle Bart even has a couple living in his garage that catch rats. I wonder if I could send a CATT to him to help out around the place. Artemis can we do that?” Lina directed her question to the robotic feline.

Artemis cocked her head for just a moment. The CATT used to only respond by text on our tablets but something over the Summer had changed all that. She now either spoke to us through our links or allowed the  tablet’s limited  AI to read the responses to us. Either way she and all the rest were talking CATTs.  “There is a scout vessel inside of New Texas space. One of our units now designated Sabine will present itself to your Uncle Bart at his place of business. Is that satisfactory to you?”

I looked at the CATT with very wide eyes. “For real? Artemis how are you able to just do that? I thought the company that made you or that Wilson guy had to authorize new CATTs?”

Artemis pretended to groom herself for a moment, her brilliant green eyes peering up at us. Both Lina and I continued to stare at her. Making a visible sigh the CATT shook her head. “Any Queen can give orders. Merlin has to approve what we do, but it can be after the fact. Queens know best after all. Something you two should learn early.”

“Us? We aren’t ruled by a Queen.” Lina pointed out to the robotic feline.

“Aren’t you? I would advise you to get ready to depart.” Artemis tilted her head toward the main hatch.

Glancing outside I could see the shuttle was about to dock with Freedom Station. “We have about four minutes, Lina. These shuttles dock way faster than any of the ships.”

We actually had about three minutes. Just enough time to straighten our uniforms and quickly police the stateroom. Our hatch gave a whooshing noise as it opened. The former Major Lee now General, Admiral,  and Senator Lee stood in the opening the door left. She was holding onto a very large orange CATT. At her feet were several other robotic felines. They proceeded her into the room sniffing and scanning everything. Artemis sat regally upon the table and ignored them, and us. Training kicked in and we both came to attention.

“Before you even set foot on my station I want to make a few things clear. You two are trouble. Just like my sister, Athena, you seem to draw it too you. I want you to try. Try so very hard not to destroy what we have worked so hard to rebuild. With her free hand she waved behind her toward the station.” The Admiral smiled as she spoke. “Don’t look too shocked. You two are troublemakers. Despite what I said, I’m happy to see you two. Are you ready for some hard grueling work?”

We both only nodded. Standing at attention it was about all we could do. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Artemis pretending to groom herself. The Admiral peered at us with an instant scowl. “Did you lose your hearing or your tongues?

“No, Ma’am. Regulations state we aren’t supposed to speak while at attention.” I winced as I said the words. The regs could be pretty strict on things.

“Oops. Sorry girls. You can stand at ease. I forget about the stripes sometimes. This crazy war has left us with some holes in out beloved planet’s military. My sister keeps telling me to promote someone but trust is an issue with me. I think you both can relate to that one. Grab your gear. We need to get moving.”

The two dark colored CATTs scurried out of the room first leading the way as we followed our planets greatest commander.

Minerva looked back at us as she walked. “Lot’s of changes up here over the past few months. We finally have the station repaired from where the big rock hit us. The politicos down on the planet swear we still have a dent in the side but if it’s there I can’t see it. Engineering ended up moving the entire living quarters away from the exterior walls and moving them inward. The parks and recreation facilities are there now. Essentially we flipped the station inside out. I still get lost. Automation and security was increased tenfold in most of the public areas. Cadet Eberly, are you still interested in those sorts of systems? The instructors at the Academy tell me you like taking things apart.”

Lina turned a bit red. “I put them back together. I really do. Any mechanical position would do, Ma’am.”

“Cadet Tisiphone, what about you? Is special operations what you want, or is it ship duty? I would imagine you experienced all you could handle in the Empire’s Navy.” The Admiral stopped walking and turned to stare at me.

“Like Lina, I mean Cadet Eberly said. I’m OK with anything, Ma’am.”

“Hmm. That is not what your companion back there reported. For either of you. Come along. Much more to see.” The Admiral continued to walk.

Both Lina and I turned to stare at Artemis but she ignored us as usual. Just like a cat.


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Freedom Station was much bigger than I remember it being. Nothing looked the same. The Admiral took us straight through to the heart of the Station. A tram was waiting for us. “Toss your bags on board and take a seat up front. We have things to discuss.”

Lina wasn’t strong enough for to toss anything so I did it for her. The tram looked a bit like one of dads field cutting machines. I resisted the urge to peek under it to look for a manufacturing label.

The Admiral yawned as climbed on board the machine. I was surprised to see one of the new droids driving it. I even said as much to her.

“It’s one of those improvements I mentioned. All non-essential positions are being filled by robotic soldiers unless it’s not physically possible. Everyone else is needed for the war effort.”

That shocked me. “Are we really that short handed, Admiral?”

Admiral Lee stared at me for a moment and shook her head. “Not really. We have a new fleet to staff as well as training facilities to man. The temporary lull in battle my sister achieved with her raid on Earth gave us a chance to really protect what is ours. It’s not really a secret but taking a page from Earth’s defenses, we towed many of the older asteroid bases to the perimeters of our galaxy. Automation upgrades are underway upon many of them but they are able to defend against surprise attacks and some of the convoy’s the clones have scattered around.”

Lina perked up next to me and asked. “I thought some of the Earth fleets weapons were better than ours?”

“Not really. Only stronger. We’ve captured a few of their smaller ships and examined chunks of the larger. They have more efficient power supplies and better focusing equipment. One of your new assignments Eberly will be to take a look at some of the captured equipment and see if you can duplicate it. You have a flair for Earth tech that many do not. Don’t even pretend you didn’t fix Tisiphone’s family combine.” The Admiral arched an eyebrow.

“But I’m not even graduated yet!” Lina stared with wide eyes.

“So? You have talent. We need talent. Simple math. Did the both of you really think I brought you up here as a reward?”

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Available in Pre-Order, the second Collection of Federal Witch Books




The Second Collection of Federal Witch Books.  
This is the Second collection of books.

Agatha Blackmore has grown. She finished her internship with the Magical Crimes Division of the FBI with flying colors. Now she and her team are on their own fighting magical creatures across the nation. Witches, Wizards and Dragons had better beware because nobody touches the witch!

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Book of the Week. CyberWar

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 Ripped from the headlines - this anthology contains stories that explore the situations and dangers of the interconnected world of cyberspace. It shows areas that resonate with our deepest fears and scariest nightmares. Explore the intriguing world of the digital age and the imaginative stories of the Phoenix Prime authors. The writers that contributed their stories to this anthology are ones that have the ability to see into the dark and light places of human souls and how that blends with our cyber world. They have written stories that show us the flaws that make us human and the joy that make us more.

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

New Covers going up for the Athena Lee series!

Lots of changes in the Athena Lee Universe. New Covers! 





Look for these and a lot more in the coming Weeks!

Sunday, July 9, 2017

Check out a New Athena Lee Story.

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Check out a Brand new Athena Lee story that preludes the upcoming book. Just a little something that I wrote while on Vacation recently.  I hope you enjoy it. Get it HERE.

Thursday, June 29, 2017

Book of the Week! Check out what I'm reading.

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Welcome to Spellbound, where paranormal is the new normal.


Changes are afoot for Emma Hart now that her secret is out and her love life has taken a dramatic turn. With a mayoral election looming and a murderer on the loose, will life suddenly be a bed of roses for the plucky heroine or will she get pricked by the thorns?

A Touch of Magic is the seventh book in the Spellbound paranormal cozy mystery series.

This is a full-length, humorous cozy mystery novel.


Saturday, June 24, 2017

New Week, New Toy. My wife found this one at local craft store.

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So i found another Unicorn on my desk today. Unicorn Popper. Its a unicorn that shoots at you. My wife got 2 of them so she can shoot me in the head. Merlin the Cat thought they were big fun! He chases the balls but doesn't bring them back. A retriever he isn't. If this sounds like something you want to torture your cat with Amazon apparently sells it. Go figure. 

Friday, June 23, 2017

This is the Last Snippet before Publication. Enjoy #07 from Night of the Unicorn!

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 If we could understand why, it might help explain what was happening to the Unicorns. Or I was taking us down a giant badger hole. Maybe it was time to wake the beast and force him to help us. I wonder if they deliver pizza this far out?

“This is the main Unicorn field. Males live out their lives here except when breeding or as young foals. Those stay in the main barn until weaning.” We could see a herd of white animals in the distance.

“Why are their manes different? I saw reds and greens on the group of females up front.”

Walter pursed his lips for a moment. “It’s a breeding thing. Certain traits carry forward with certain gene lines. We track and record which Unicorn is crossed with which. On occasion we have had to bring in a new male or female from Canada to enhance the lines.”

Glancing at Walter I asked the question that was bothering me. “What about Unicorns with blue manes? Do they exist as well?”

“Blue?”

“Yes, blue. Do you have any of them?” Both Cat and Bill carefully watched Walter.

“At this time, no. That is a rare line. We haven’t had one of those in more than ten years. I think. Robert would know. Why do you want to know?”

“No real reason. I just saw one of them recently and the colors surprised me, that’s all. How many Unicorns are here on the ranch?” I tried to change the subject.

“Several hundred. This blue you saw, was it at the British Columbia site?” Walter peered at me allowing the cart to slow down.

“No. It was in private hands.”

Without thinking Walter blurted out. “The only blue not on the farms is Ferg…”

When my eyes widened he shut right up in mid word. I felt a faint tickling at the very edge of my shield as they came slamming down! What was with this family?

My hand felt warm and a fireball formed in it lighting up my face. “No one touches the Witch!”

Walter recoiled backwards almost falling out of the cart. “Sorry!”

“I warned your Uncle and I will warn you. Manipulative Magick is against the law in this country. I will send you to Crowley prison in a heartbeat. Stop it.” Bill grabbed him and set him back into the cart.

“Finish the tour please.” Cat laid a clawed hand on Walter’s arm shocking him.

The rest of the tour was very quiet. We arrived at cabin nine and Walter practically threw us out of the cart. “Start sending the hired hands to us please, Walter. It’s just an interview. We are investigators. Talking to people is what we do.”

Cabin nine was what you imagine a dude ranch would be. Rustic is the word my grandmother might use. It sounds better than run down shack in a field. I think the paint was what was holding it together.

“People pay real money to sleep here?” Cat was trying to avoid touching anything.

Seeing the grease covered floor and windows I didn’t blame her. It looked as thought it hadn’t been cleaned in a century. “They do. According to my briefing material they pay a couple of thousand a season and they work for free as ranch hands. Sort of like that old movie City Folk. The one about that comedian Willy Clear?”

Bill perked up. “That’s one of my wife’s favorite movies. She just loves how they adopt the cow at the end.”

“Exactly. The come here and work for free earning more money for the Magnus family. It was a group of the tourists that reported the deaths along with the missing Unicorns.” I reached into my shirt pocket and pulled out our little protester setting him on the cleanest looking table.

“We know you’ve been listening this whole time Fergus. It’s time for you to talk to us. Please. If not for us, do it for the Unicorns that have died.” I looked down at him. He just stood there staring at his feet. “Fergus did you hear me?”

Thursday, June 22, 2017

Book of the Week. Fugitive of Magic by Linsey Hall

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In the city of Magic's Bend, I protect what's mine. No matter what.

To the world, I'm a just a Conjurer. To my closest friends, I'm a FireSoul--a dangerous Magica with forbidden powers and a dragon's soul. The downside? If anyone discovers what I am, I'm dead. So I lay low, kicking butt with my weapons, not my magic.

Things get ugly when I witness the murder of a powerful vampire ally and become the key suspect. Soon, I'm hunted by the sexiest, strongest supernatural I've ever met. Ares is an unheard of vampire hybrid, and it's hard to say if he wants to kiss me or kill me.

I've got three days to catch the real killer. The bad news? It will take my forbidden magic to succeed. But can I control it, much less keep my secret with Ares watching my every move? Especially when the stakes get ever higher?

I'm used to protecting others...now I have to protect myself. 

Fugitive of Magic is a fast-paced fantasy mystery with a kick-butt heroine, a tough hero, and magic that will blow your socks off.
 

Yet another Snippet! Here is the very first offering from Coven Codex -Book 2 in the Standard of Honor series

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Wham! A pained breath exploded out of Zhanna’s mouth as she slammed into the ground. Before she could even draw one more tortured breath, a boot against her side flipped her over to roll again and again until she crashed against a rock. Despite the pain in her side, the young woman erupted explosively from the ground, shoving off with one hand, while holding a small shield in the other. She was off balance, and out of position as she scrambled to her feet. Gasping for breath, she wrenched her body around to watch the man that was coming after her.

All that could be seen of him were his narrowed eyes over the top of his shield. The rest of his face was concealed behind the shield and his other hand steady on his sword. As he advanced, Zhanna was aware that he was staring at her intently, watching her eyes and aware of her shoulders. An expert swordsman watching for the indicators of potential movement. Feeling like a trapped mouse, Zhanna twitched her body to the left attempting to feint him into a misstep. It didn’t work.

She froze with indecision for a second. WHAM!

Her vision spangled with lights as she was caught from the rear by another assailant. Dammit! She had lost situational awareness. Now her shoulder hurt on top of everything else! << I’ve got to stop thinking in the middle of a battle,>> she thought just before another blow on her shield almost wrenched it out of her arm.

She was on the defensive, pinned between two opponents. What was she going to do!?

<<Move it, girl! >>

The urgency of the yell in her head caused Zhanna to make a dash for position. She chose in a split second and ran, not through the inviting opening between the two men but up the rocks and over. Coming just a split second too late behind her, the young witch heard the sword crashing down onto the rocks.

“Shit!” The roar of an outraged fighter split the air in a snarl of sound.

Zhanna managed a soft chortle as she gasped for air. She crawled and scrambled up the rest of the rocks, finding a position where her back was protected, and where her opponents could not come at her from all sides. Just for this one second, she had the freedom to take a deep breath. That respite was not destined to last for long. 

The two men that were attacking her approached her from different directions. They were about 100° apart and the angle was just wide enough so that she couldn’t defend against, or even watch, both of them at the same time. A small quiet part of her, tucked far back in her mind, could appreciate the skill in which they were conducting the attack. The rest of her that was sweaty, aching, and would have bruises from head to toe tomorrow, didn’t find it impressive at all.

The two men seemed to glide across the loose rocks toward her. Surefooted, well-balanced, they made her feel like a gawky child. Telling herself to focus, the witch set her stance and waited.
Her opponents advanced to within 10 feet of her. Staring at her intently for a few seconds, the taller of the two men straightened up and pulled his helm off. It was Stefan, looking oddly pleased.
“Not bad at all,” he said. “Your footwork could use a lot of improvement, but you’re getting better at not thinking in the middle of the fight. We almost had you, but you recovered well and got yourself into a defensible position.”

The second man chimed in, “That roll and scramble actually were really good moves. I was waiting for you to take the opening, which would’ve left you open to attacks on both sides. You are definitely starting to develop instincts in a fight.”

“Thank you, Mikhail. I knew that if it were that easy looking you would’ve had something nasty waiting for me. I just couldn’t think clearly of what else to do so I thought I’d get out from the middle of the two of you.”

Stefan responded, “That’s exactly what battle instinct is, Zhanna. Operating on your training and feelings is far faster than trying to think your way through something in a life or death situation.”
“I know, but it still was very hard not to try to use magic in any of this.”

Mikhail gave a short laugh, and answered her, “The point of this was to teach you how to fight when your magic is worn out. Magic users are very susceptible to exhaustion. When that happens, you have to fall back on your other skills and if you don’t have strong skills in actual weapons use you will be at a significant disadvantage.”

“I understand that and appreciate you guys drilling me on this. The only thing that I would change is…”

“What? What would you change?”

“I wouldn’t have you enjoy beating me with your swords so much.”

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Snippet Time! Check out a snippet from The Expanding Universe book 2

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“Science vessel Thanatos Rising to base, we are declaring a Code Alpha 1-5. Are you receiving us?” The Colonial Service science vessel had just dropped out of jump. The gravity well of the small system pulled at the ship forcing it to make minor course corrections.

Captain Jed Moulton looked at his communications specialist and shook his head. “No answer?”

“Not yet. They may think we’re dead. It has been six months, Sir.” The specialist like his Captain was wearing an environment suit complete with helmet.

“Try again once they get over the shock of us showing up they should return your call. I blame Governor Jenkins for telling them we were lost.” Jed tapped his gloved hand on his helmet.

“Sir! That wasn’t your fault. He was overrun and he panicked. Command will understand when you tell them the whole story.”

Jed looked at his subordinate again. “I hope you’re right Peter. If they don’t contact us we will have to change our plans. Go ahead and try and again, please.”

“Science vessel Thanatos Rising to base. Are you receiving us?” The specialist put his station on speaker. Everyone on the bridge could hear static and finally a voice respond to the call.

“That affirmative. Thanatos Rising we read your transmission. Welcome home! We heard that your ship was destroyed.” The voice on the other end sounded wary as well as excited.

Captain Moulton waved at Peter. He pointed to his own console. “Command this is Thanatos Rising, actual. Captain Jed Moulton. The reports of out destruction was greatly exaggerated. Governor Jenkins was under attack and panicked. I will explain when I submit my report.”

“Captain Moulton! Welcome home. Director Orlando has requested that you be debriefed before you are allowed to dock.”

“What! Command I have wounded that need immediate treatment. They could die if they stay out here any longer. On whose authority did those orders come from?” Jed pounded his gloved hand on the communication console.

“Mine, Captain Moulton. The orders were mine. The last report we had stated you and your crew were lost to the infection. Quarantine rules are in effect at this time Captain. Your injured will have to wait. I really am sorry. Now what happened out there Jed? It was supposed to be a routine visit. The initial report said a flu virus.” Director Giuseppe Orlando, Joe to his friends stared at his console waiting for the voice of his friend.

Jed exhaled loudly into his helmet and smiled when the face plate fogged up. He could remember the first time he wore one of these suits. It was when he served with the Director on the old Deaths Acre. Jed shook his head at the name. The Colonial Service had a wicked sense of humor when they named ships. Especially science vessels. “We received our orders while in orbit around Ceti Alpha five. That colony had an unexpected smallpox outbreak pop up when a load of new workers came in from Ceti Alpha three. At least two of the new men were using fake ID’s and were actually from Malchor four.”

“Four? That is a restricted planet! How did they get off?”

Jed chuckled. The man had the same reaction that he had. “According to them they paid off a security patrol. I have their confessions and statements locked in my safe. You can pass them along to the breakers if you like for me.”

“Fine, fine. Back to the case at hand please.” Joe stared at the speaker in frustration. Faster-than-light communication had been achieved but not video. Some sort of glitch in the math is what the egg-heads had said.

“We broke orbit and proceeded to Altern five as ordered. It took us three jumps to reach them. Were you aware that the Altern system has one of the largest asteroid fields in the known galaxy?”

“I did know that actually. Did you run into something?” The Director leaned back in his chair. He should of remembered that Jed liked storytelling his reports.

“An asteroid. The damage was minor but it delayed us by a day. On Altern five a day was like a week for the virus. Let me back up a bit. About a week before they screamed for help the planet was strafed by an asteroid storm. That sort of thing isn’t all that unusual except this time most of them broke up in the atmosphere. Only one large rock made it to the planet. It hit a settler’s house and destroyed a barn. The man of course investigated the rock. Many of the local asteroids have been know to contain rare elements or crystals. This time the rock had an organic core.”

Joe sat upright. Organic! “Jed, please tell me he didn’t touch it.”

“Why even ask me that? You know he did. He and his family were patient zero as far as we can tell. According to his son the core of the rock was glowing green and when his dad touched it it climbed his arm all the way to the elbow. The man tried to remove the green material using everything he had on the homestead up to using the sonic cutter.”

It was all Joe could do but shake his head. A man finds a class eight organism and he touches it. “What happened to him?”

“The sonic cutter didn’t do a thing except cause the organism to harden up. The family took him to the local hospital. Doctors investigated and couldn’t figure out what the mass was.”

The Director shouted. “Why the hell not! They are trained to watch for Class five and above lifeforms. What sort of hospital are they running on that planet?”

“Joe, they didn’t know. None of the family mentioned the asteroid until it was too late. As I was saying. They scanned it and couldn’t find a way to remove it. They were discussing amputation when one of the lab techs suggested chemical means. They tried several acids to no end result. It was only when they turned the oxygen up in the room to because the farmer was having a hard time breathing did they get any sort of reaction. The organism dissolved into a mass of flying insects or particles. We aren’t real sure what they were exactly. The vid cameras in the emergency room failed to show any real detail. It was then that they quizzed the family more strictly and discovered the class eight. But it was too late. They did quarantine themselves after exposure.”

Joe sighed and shook his head. Only three, now four, Class eight organism’s have been found. Each was unique and extremely dangerous. Just because no thinking aliens had been found didn’t mean that other things weren’t out there floating in space. “What happened Jed?”

“It presented itself as the flu. Or at least that is what every test they threw at it said it was. The Capital city ordered instant quarantine for all cities and towns. They really did try to keep it contained in the countryside. It spread so fast! The only way to avoid catching it was to stay at least fifty feet from the afflicted. It was then that they called for help. And as I said before, we got there a day later than expected.”

“If it was just the flu why scream for help. That doesn’t make any sense. Was there a mortality rate for the virus?”

“Yes and no. I’ll get to that in a moment. We landed the ship at the space port in Blake, the capitol city. Governor Jenkins met with us personally. The secondary symptoms presented themselves the day before we landed. Those afflicted began to lose all sense of being. They lost communication skills along with all cognitive motions. If they hadn’t been walking around you would think they were all coma patients. There were several accidents as well as many deaths as afflicted crashed aircars and machinery they were operating.”

“Operating? Jed are you telling me that sick people were actually working? Was the Governor mad?”

“Joe, calm yourself. It’s a colony world. Over ninety percent of the planet was infected with this thing. Only the Capitol was secure. Life still went on sick or not. We were just getting started examining several quarantined subjects when the Tertiary symptoms started.” Feeling a tap on his suit Jed looked to his left.

“Joe, did you send a ship out here to us? Our sensors are picking up a contact vectoring to our position.” The Captain nodded to his executive officer and pointed at the console in front of him.

“A ship? Hold on a moment Jed.” Director Orlando paused the speaker and caught the eye of the military commander.

Back on Thanatos Rising, Captain Moulton touched his helmet to that of the executive officer. “Report.”

“Sir, they sent a scout ship up. Military security protocol states that they dock with us and assess the situation remotely. The Director might not be aware of those procedures. We all forget about the military side of things. What are your orders?”

Jed looked at the plot for a moment. “Can they see us and the scout ship on their scopes yet?”

“I don’t think so. They know we are here from the tachyon field our engine puts out. The system detectors will allow them to pinpoint both ships but they they only know generalities not precise locations.” The executive officer pulled away and motioned to another suited crewman to his rear.

Touching his officer’s arm he pulled him closer. “Proceed with contact if they dock. Don’t allow anyone to report in if possible.”



Mysterious Hearts. A new Anthology from Phoenix Prime.

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This one is Special. Mongo from the Federal Witch is getting his own Series this summer and the very first story about him is in here! Mongo was unceremoniously drummed out of the FBI for "self medicating" while at work.  That didn't stop the big WerePolarBear. He returned to his home in Huntsville, Al and went work as a Private Detective. To keep himself in BBQ he works part time for his dad at the Bearly Naked Rib joint. His adventures are sure to be fun.


Sunday, June 18, 2017

Found another Unicorn

These things just keep popping up on my desk! My wife thinks she's funny.

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I haven't figured out how to get the tape roll off of him as of yet. But if you want one of these for your own Desk, look for it HERE!

Friday, June 16, 2017

The Federal Witch Collection Book 1 is now available in Audio.

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This contains Books 0,1,2 in Audio. 

  • Born a Witch, Drafted by the FBI
  • Conjuring Quantico
  • Magical Probie

Taki Drake has a New Short Book out and it's cool.

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Author Taki Drake has a New short out and it's pretty cool. It will be the start of a new series for her.

Never underestimate those around you. This military science fiction tale explores the surprises that the universe holds when alien races, colonization, and society come together in a story of the relationship of command, the value of respect and building of teams. It highlights the risk of letting preconceived ideas cloud one's judgment. And why new officers should always listen to their noncoms.

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

The Expanding Universe Book 2 is now Available.

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 Twenty-three talented authors. Twenty-three remarkable stories. One incredible science fiction collection.

The universe is expanding and these are some of its stories. Twenty-three bestselling and debut authors have created worlds where invasions are apocalyptic and space empires are in peril. The universe is beyond our understanding...and sometimes, what we don't know can kill us.

From gruesome alien invasions to epic space battles, the second volume of The Expanding Universe will expand your imagination. Explore the possibilities that our infinite universe holds with psychic hunters, brave soldiers who battle vicious invaders, and brilliant engineers who must act quickly to save their crewmembers. And only in The Expanding Universe will you find mercenary nuns.

Chivalry in space, pirates versus drones, a starship teetering on the edge of a gravity well, and space marines doing what they do best--kicking ass--will have you on the edge of your seat, turning pages long into the night to find out what happens next. And only in The Expanding Universe will you find mercenary nuns.

When we discover we're not alone in the universe, will you be prepared? Grab your copy of The Expanding Universe Volume 2 today and explore the worlds that these talented authors have created.

Defense of the Deep Space Denali by Craig Martelle
Self-Perspective by Amy DuBoff
Peyton's Legacy by S.M. Schmitz
Cassowary Raid by Drew A. Avera
Fox Hunt by Carysa Locke
Honor Duel by Kevin O. McLaughlin
A Prayer for the Faithless by David Bruns
Margolis Space Rescue by P. Joseph Cherubino
Venusian Uprising by M. D. Cooper
Destroy the Planet by T.J. Ryan
Boarded by Dale Furse
Space Colony One: Night of Flames by J.J. Green
Pirates vs. Drones by J.L. Hendricks and S.R. Witt
Space Cadets: Acid Slime by H.J. Lawson
Nun Shall Pass by Barry Hutchison
Intuition (A Galactic Warriors Prequel) by Monica Leonelle
Panic Button by Sam Maguire
Motherlode by Bill Patterson
Emergence by E.R. Starling
Mara's Honor by Taki Drake
The Drone Pilot by Brian J. Walton
Operation Solid Iron by James Osiris Baldwin
Dead in Space by T.S. Paul

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Snippet Time! Check out Snippet #06 from Night of the Unicorn

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“Could our bad guy be someone from the tribes? I mean they are right here with us.” Cat pulled up a map of Montana on her tablet.

“What do they have to gain Cat? You forget they are considered to be their own countries now. Why worry about what the Magnus family is doing when they have their own issues to worry about?”

Cat frowned and scrunched up her face. “What do you mean?”

“She means you should ask someone who was there at the time. There are or were almost three hundred Native American Indian reservations in the United States after the Demon War. A large number of the troops from the Southwest came from them. The war didn’t just take place in Europe. That maniac opened the gates to hell and the demons poured forth. Chaos is not how I like my world to be. I remember those times.” Ana paused and began circling the table. “As a country we managed to stay out of the early stages of the war. Our President kept us neutral even though we preferred to not sell to Germany. Then the demon sightings began. At first they were small and spread out. Prominent scientists claimed they were scouts or even lost demons from the war in Europe. That maybe, they tagged along by ship. Until the Hellmouth opened in California. I remember that day clearly. The radio reports at first claimed it was a hoax but soon the horror overcame it all. The War was here and it was real. Conception California was what it was originally called. Not much was there except a few tourists but the hole opened and out they poured. Santa Barbara was the first to fall. How Los Angeles didn’t get swarmed still surprises me to this day. Maybe it was the city of Angels. The National Guard was called in as was the military. We weren’t at wartime levels. Only about thirty-thousand troops were even in this country at the time. The only people that could get there fastest were home town militias and law enforcement groups. Thousands came from the reservations. I won’t get into details but the fighting was heavy. Lives were lost and even the politicians in Washington took notice. One of the first post-war suggestions was granting total freedom to both the Native tribes and the Weres. They deserved it.”

“Ana how do you know so much about the Demon war?” Chuck stared at her in shock.

“Everyone from that time period knew all of this. We needed to understand why sending troops to Europe was important. It was way before I joined the FBI. I got gathered up in one of the demon follower sweeps but that is a story for another time.” She paused giving Chuck a stare down.

“I had a very nice villa in the San Joaquin valley overlooking never ending fields of vegetables. I invested well and was trying to stay off most paranormal radars as well as that of the Government. I wasn’t exactly here legally at the time. After destroying San Bernadino to the South the swarm went North consuming San Luis Obispo. The Sierra Nevada Mountains are all that protected my valley from the coast. Flights of demons slid down them like kids at a water park. Many of the farm workers had no chance. My estate was protected but not from demonic Magick. I soon became one of the many refugees that were swept up by local authorities.” Ana threw up her hands.

“Sorry if I got off track. It was a trying time. After the war and destruction of the Demonic threat the reservations were set free. The Weres could leave if they wished as well as working openly unlike the past. The Natives were different. They already had lobby groups pushing for Independence and they got it. In spades. Each reservation was declared to be it’s own country having the sovereign rights as other countries have. President Long didn’t expect any of them to last without Federal assistance. But he was wrong. More than half are still in existence today.”

“Why not all of them?” Chuck asked.

“It brings us back to the original question. To be independent of our Government means no outside power, water, telephone, mail, and everything else we rely on to make life work. The tribal councils organized and managed to stay independent on more than two-hundred reservations. Many of the smaller ones were absorbed by the larger but the deal set forth by President Long was either you make it or you don’t. Land rights would revert back to the Government if you failed to make a go of it. Was it fair? No. But it did force the tribes to work together. The work they put forth along with the commitments they made are what earned them the two extra stars on the flag.” Bill pointed to the American flag on the wall with its thirteen stripes and fifty-two stars.

“That is what I meant by other commitments and issues. They are running a country. Officially they may not even be aware of the issue. We have to talk to the locals to find out. Tomorrow we’ll start with the locals and then the Blackfoot Nation. I’ve contacted Washington and they have sent a few guidelines for us to follow.” I took a big breath. “If you will excuse me I have a Unicorn and a potential crisis to head off. If you were traumatized by that place think how much Fergus was.” Standing up I gathered my notes. Anastasia and Chuck were at the motel when we returned. Now that we had both the SUV and the lab we could really get to work. But first I needed to console an old friend.

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

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Monday, June 12, 2017

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 With all of magic at her command, Alydian is born to power. She and the other oracles serve the people, guiding kings and commoners with their ability to know the future. Yet despite Alydian’s power she cannot foresee the coming betrayal, for a rogue mage lurks in their midst, and plots an alliance with the mighty guild of Verinai. Under the guise of benevolence the Verinai offer their magic to all, while their expanding reach is noticed by none.

Except the Soldier.

Branded a traitor, wanted for murder, the mysterious man is no ordinary bandit. For six years he has hidden behind a mask, hunting Verinai with his band of Defiant. But now his war is about to escalate, for he has targeted Alydian to send a message, that even an oracle can be killed. Beset by foes, Alydian will require more than magic to survive, for if she cannot change her future . . .

She will fall to her fate.

Sunday, June 11, 2017

New Unicorn Doll.

I seem to be collecting a wide variety of Unicorns lately. It's my wife's fault. She brings these things home and leaves them on my desk.  This is the newest one. It's from an upcoming movie but should make a fine addition to my desk as well as a back-up Fergus (Sacrilege).

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Thursday, June 8, 2017

Snippet Time! Here is #05 from Night of the Unicorn

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“This is the main Unicorn field. Males live out their lives here except when breeding or as young foals. Those stay in the main barn until weaning.” We could see a herd of white animals in the distance.

“Why are their manes different? I saw reds and greens on the group of females up front.”

Walter pursed his lips for a moment. “It’s a breeding thing. Certain traits carry forward with certain gene lines. We track and record which Unicorn is crossed with which. On occasion we have had to bring in a new male or female from Canada to enhance the lines.”

Glancing at Walter I asked the question that was bothering me. “What about Unicorns with blue manes? Do they exist as well?”

“Blue?”

“Yes, blue. Do you have any of them?” Both Cat and Bill carefully watched Walter.

“At this time, no. That is a rare line. We haven’t had one of those in more than ten years. I think. Robert would know. Why do you want to know?”

“No real reason. I just saw one of them recently and the colors surprised me, that’s all. How many Unicorns are here on the ranch?” I tried to change the subject.

“Several hundred. This blue you saw, was it at the British Columbia site?” Walter peered at me allowing the cart to slow down.

“No. It was in private hands.”

Without thinking Walter blurted out. “The only blue not on the farms is Ferg…”

When my eyes widened he shut right up in mid word. I felt a faint tickling at the very edge of my shield as they came slamming down! What was with this family?

My hand felt warm and a fireball formed in it lighting up my face. “No one touches the Witch!”

Walter recoiled backwards almost falling out of the cart. “Sorry!”

“I warned your Uncle and I will warn you. Manipulative Magick is against the law in this country. I will send you to Crowley prison in a heartbeat. Stop it.” Bill grabbed him and set him back into the cart.

“Finish the tour please.” Cat laid a clawed hand on Walter’s arm shocking him.

The rest of the tour was very quiet. We arrived at cabin nine and Walter practically threw us out of the cart. “Start sending the hired hands to us please, Walter. It’s just an interview. We are investigators. Talking to people is what we do.”

Cabin nine was what you imagine a dude ranch would be. Rustic is the word my grandmother might use. It sounds better than run down shack in a field. I think the paint was what was holding it together.

“People pay real money to sleep here?” Cat was trying to avoid touching anything.

Seeing the grease covered floor and windows I didn’t blame her. It looked as thought it hadn’t been cleaned in a century. “They do. According to my briefing material they pay a couple of thousand a season and they work for free as ranch hands. Sort of like that old movie City Folk. The one about that comedian Willy Clear?”

Bill perked up. “That’s one of my wife’s favorite movies. She just loves how they adopt the cow at the end.”

“Exactly. The come here and work for free earning more money for the Magnus family. It was a group of the tourists that reported the deaths along with the missing Unicorns.” I reached into my shirt pocket and pulled out our little protester setting him on the cleanest looking table.

“We know you’ve been listening this whole time Fergus. It’s time for you to talk to us. Please. If not for us, do it for the Unicorns that have died.” I looked down at him. He just stood there staring at his feet. “Fergus did you hear me?”

“Sacrifices don’t come back. I told you that. They aren’t my herd again.”

“Don’t give me that. I saw how you reacted when we went to that museum with Jack. You hated that a Unicorn died to make that display they created. We all know that you aren’t a dumb animal. Help us find the killers or whatever it is that is making they disappear. Only you can talk to the herd.”

Kneeling down on the filthy floor I got down on his level. “Will you help us?”

“Whatever. I heard that guy start to say my name. I didn’t know they knew it.” Fergus looked up at us.

“Yes, that’s interesting. Agatha didn’t you say that someone must either understand Unicorn or speak human here on the ranch?” Cat looked at me.

“It’s what I think. How else would Fergus be able to describe things on the ranch to my grandmother and get the names correct? You would think an operation such as this would number the animals not give them names. So where do the names come from?” Cocking my head I stared at Fergus.

“My mother said I was named after my uncle Fergus who escaped and terrorized the town. That and that it was the name of a King.”

“A human King. There’s a Celtic king Fergus in our history as well as a cartoon one.” Bill pointed out.

“Didn’t you mention elders to Grandmother?”

Fergus trotted to the left then the right. “I might have. It was a long time ago. They are the oldest of the herd. They teach us the rules, language, and our history. Elders are supposed to know everything.”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

A loud almost pounding on the door made all of us look up. “Our interviews are starting. Fergus, can you listen to what they have to say? Let us know if you catch anything.”

“Sure.” He hopped onto my hand.

I stuck him back in his pocket space in my shirt. The seamstress the Grandmother uses is owed a huge hug from me when I see her. “Go ahead and let them in.”

Bill opened the door. Two men that can only be described as rough hewed stood staring at us. “Hello we’d like to interview you about the Unicorn deaths and mutilations. We are aware that others have already talked to you but we just want fresh eyes on everything. Is that OK with you?”

Both men shrugged and nodded. Taking one at a time we let the first man inside.