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Ten Seconds to Dead by L.A. Clayton

Publication date: January 20th 2020

Genres: Adult, Thriller

Synopsis: Ten seconds may be all she has left … Kate Edison witnesses her father’s death and, in order to keep his memory alive, decides to follow in his footsteps by joining the CIA. She molds herself into becoming exactly what the CIA is looking for—and captures their interest, both personally and professionally. But before she can finish the CIA process, Kate is offered a position as an espionage agent in another highly secretive government agency, which she accepts. While completing her agency training, Kate is catapulted into a shadowy world where wealth and power are the ultimate goal, and those in charge will stop at nothing to get it. While on the job, Kate uncovers secrets that, if revealed, would cost her life, but if kept, could bring down a nation. Isolated and unsure of who to trust, she brings in a fellow agent, but pulling him into the web of conspiracy and lies puts a target on both their backs – and it will take every skill they’ve ever learned as agents to stay alive long enough to stop the enemy no one else can see.

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AUTHOR BIO: L.A. Clayton has been an avid reader her entire life, devouring books at an alarming rate. Her husband often jokes that if she didn’t buy so many books they could retire. She went to bed one night a reader and woke up with a fresh memory of a dream she’d had the night before, sat down and became a writer. L.A. Clayton lives in St. Louis, MO with her husband and their four young children. She makes time for writing in between wiping noses and packing lunches.

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Excerpt

“Ms. Edison, this is Officer Lyon.” This was it. All my hard work, all the hours of studying—all the sacrifice came down to this moment. This phone call. “I appreciate the opportunity, Officer Lyon,” I said, nervousness swirling in my belly. The phone in my hand felt big and heavy. I was sitting on my old bed, in the room I'd grown up in. The call needed to be made over a landline, and the best option was at my mom’s house. Though, if my mom had known what call this really was, she would have kicked me out of her house and slammed the door. The room hadn’t changed much. My desk, where I had spent so much time, was still across from my bed, my old and likely useless computer still perched on top. The maps that showed the origins of all the languages I had intended to learn—marked with different-colored pushpins—still covered the wall above my desk. The same funny-nerdy science posters still flanked the maps. One read, “YOU MATTER. Until you multiply yourself times the speed of light squared. THEN YOU ENERGY.” That one still made me smile. Remnants of the sticky-sweet perfume I had used in my youth, in quantities far too large, still hung in the air. Officer Lyon was all business. “This will be your first official interview with the Central Intelligence Agency. I must advise you that this call will be recorded, as well as all future calls, interviews, and interactions with the CIA throughout your interview process with us, however long that may be. This will likely be our most casual interview, so relax and answer the questions naturally. Please state your full name.” I cleared my throat. “Katherine Elaine Edison. But please, call me Kate.” “Ms. Edison.” Right. I should have assumed formality would be important here. Mistake number one, check. That would be my last. “I am curious to know if you have any notion as to why the CIA is interested in you.” I didn’t mind talking about my accomplishments—I worked hard, after all—but I didn’t want to come off sounding self-important either. I thought through my words carefully. “Well, I speak several languages and graduated at the top of my class in both my undergrad and law school. I assume that has something to do with it.” I could have also mentioned that those schools were Ivy League, that my double major in international law and diplomacy and in journalism were both preferred programs at the CIA, and that I didn’t just graduate at the top of my class—I was the top of my class, as in the number-one student. But I assumed he already knew all of that and that it was how I had landed the interview in the first place. If I came off sounding pompous, Officer Lyon didn’t react. “Those are all likely things that did add to your qualifications. What exactly do you think we do here in the CIA?” Again, an answer I had to think about carefully. “I am aware that there are many different positions within the CIA: analytics, language, science, engineering, and technological positions, to name a few. Also, of course, directorate of operations.” The last one—directorate of operations—was where I wanted to be. Where I was meant to be. Where my dad had been. The clandestine service of the CIA. This was my goal. “Of course … the spies. I should tell you that if this is an area of interest for you, you will have to get in line,” Officer Lyon said. Derisiveness dripped from his words. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to discourage me or motivate me with that comment. But I definitely felt the latter. I had worked hard for this opportunity. I kept myself out of trouble—not too hard a task when a person’s studies took up all of the daylight the sun had to offer and then some—and I was careful to only keep up friendships with people who also valued education and abiding by the law. I was always the girl who chose her studies over parties. When my friends were in need of a break from the monotony of school, they would go the beach for a weekend. While they were gone I cherished the quiet, taking the time to study harder. I never found school monotonous; I craved learning. Officer Lyon asked questions for another thirty minutes. Then, before hanging up, he scheduled a face-to-face interview with me for the following week and recommended a book for me to read beforehand. I smiled. I knew the book. I’d read it years ago.

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Michael Bienenstock - So Long Earth - Book Blitz

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So Long Earth Blitz HTML & Social Media - February 4th

2017. Dr. Thomas Burns, an environmental engineer, is listening to the President, talk about global warming. He and his colleagues quickly realize that Earth will no longer be able to sustain life in a few years.

Dr. Thomas Burns could not believe what he was hearing.

Listening intently to every word President Trump said on CNN, the environmental scientist shook his head several times.

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Over the next 20 years of planning Tom along with his wife, Sarah, determined but naïve son, Sam, his loyal second-in-command, Bob Jackson, and an amazing medical doctor, Dr. Sato, Tom must wrestle with inevitable questions. How are they going to sustain life for such a long journey?

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Michael Bienenstock is a retired teacher with over 35 years of teaching experience. He has published papers and given numerous presentations.

Michael Bienenstock - So Long Earth - Book Blitz

Genre: Science Fiction

Published: January 2020

Summary: 2017. Dr. Thomas Burns, an environmental engineer, is listening to the President, talk about global warming. He and his colleagues quickly realize that Earth will no longer be able to sustain life in a few years. Environmental disasters all over the world are occurring at a quicker rate, and each one seems to be stronger than the previous one. As a result, Tom begins to develop and carry out his plans to build 4 spaceships for 1,000 people each to leave Earth and travel to a new galaxy to find a place to live. The Russians, Germans, and Australians all agree to build spaceships and join Tom in search of a new home somewhere in the Alpha Centauri Galaxy. Over the next 20 years of planning Tom along with his wife, Sarah, determined but naïve son, Sam, his loyal second-in-command, Bob Jackson, and an amazing medical doctor, Dr. Sato, Tom must wrestle with inevitable questions. How are they going to sustain life for such a long journey? How can they travel fast enough? Will the Russians fully cooperate? How will they be able to successfully launch four huge spaceships at the same time? Most of all, will they be able to save humanity?

Excerpt

Prologue 

Denver, CO, September 2017, Dr. Thomas Burns could not believe what he was hearing. He was sitting in a restaurant with his eight-year-old son Sam after attending a baseball game. The Colorado Rockies had just defeated the New York Mets by a score of eight to six. They were discussing the various players on the team. That was until the president started talking. Listening intently to every word President Trump said on CNN, the environmental scientist shook his head several times. He’s appealing to every gawker of developers and brand-loving radicals rolling everything back—radicals who want to de-regulate, de-environment, just de-anything—and it was deflating, thought Dr. Burns. Decades of work falling apart for a new consensus, it seemed. Depressing. Not only was the president waging a permanent delay of just about everything, while making money for his backers, but he was hoping people were going to do nothing about it. He was buying time for some of his obscenely wealthy investors and developers; that was all. They somehow pinned their losses in the previous years from failed deals and investments on anyone but themselves, despite how their investments were only about money, not about the major concerns of the times everywhere you looked. Having had a great outing with his son only moments ago, Dr. Burns fumed as he sat there. The president was like the suits many in the rural parts of the Dakotas, Tennessee, and his home state of Colorado worried about. They were all caught up in their excesses, mindless to what life outside their air-conditioned life was like. Who cared how his message on TV was going to benefit neglected areas? He just expected people to deal with it. Except, this time, this suit, staring at Dr. Burns on the high-definition TV screen, was the one barreling his way at anyone who gave him a microphone like a dusted wagon train full of barons with money bags who pulled into town. And he’d be building what he knew best, a wall of heat for struggling people. They were less interested in tackling the daily concerns in their lives, finding no areas of concern in common. Dr. Burns shook his head again. And the environment was a no-brainer! Sam looked up at him momentarily, and Dr. Burns gave a half-reassuring smile. Sam returned his attention to his cell phone. The president was unconcerned about whatever no man’s land was left in his wake of ruin while he doled out skepticism and disparaging comments when people needed reassurances and to feel confidence that the authorities were doing their best to keep them safe and secure. In the old Wild West, they used to blame the Yankee, wondering if somebody up in the skyscrapers meant them more harm than good. They just wanted the top suite. Dr. Burns couldn’t stop looking from the TV to his son. He felt like he was falling into an abyss when he should have been feeling like he was there to share a moment of joy with his son. He stood up, and despite his tall stature—he’d almost made it to varsity baseball years ago at six feet, two inches tall—he felt powerless. It was time to put the agreed-upon plan into action—at full speed. First, he gave his son some ice cream and told him to stay seated across from him, take out his Game Boy, and put his ear buds in, as he did not want Sam to be concerned about what he was going to discuss with everyone. He pulled out his phone and dialed a group text number, the specific code setting of a meeting of his peers. Tom raked his hands through his solid black hair, practically pulling strands out as he waited impatiently for everyone involved in the meeting. Within five minutes, all of his colleagues around the world were on FaceTime. He’d been selective about which colleagues from Russia, Germany, Australia and America he involved in preparing the mission. Several of them had worked with him on projects at Boeing and others he had met at conferences around the world that had brought his attention to the staggeringly slow pace of applied research. He knew immediately what he wanted to say to the thirty people he’d reached. He trusted them. He sat back down as they met and discussed their plans. Members from these four countries were going to be the first ones involved because they understood that to do nothing would ensure the end of the human race. These thirty people were the most esteemed researchers in their field of expertise. They published nearly 500 research papers researching climate warming and various environmental issues as well as future space travel. Russia as the leader in space travel was an obvious choice. Germany had some of the leading engineers in the world. Australians had suffered a great number of environmental disasters such as a deteriorating Great Barrier Reef and also had a large number of excellent engineers. Tom, despite his anguish, spoke calmly. “I hope everyone was watching the president’s disgusting speech. Obviously, he is not going to listen to any environmental scientists or reports. We have no choice but to go ahead with our agreed upon plan. It is full steam ahead. We will have to speed everything up. Based on the environmental evidence and facts, the human race probably has 200 years—or less—to live. To survive, we need to find a new planet.” Several of his colleagues made comments agreeing with Dr. Burns. They all agreed they would go home and start implementing the agreed upon plans. With that, he ended the FaceTime meeting. He felt a spectrum of emotions including betrayal by the president’s actions and fear for his children’s future and the future of everyone else. He had hoped his family could grow up to lead normal lives, go to college, marry, have children and choose a career for themselves without worrying about the environmental disasters that were sure to take place. He also felt bad for just about everyone alive and every person yet to be born. Most people were going to face terrible hardships just trying to survive. Most of all, he felt determined. He and Sam walked toward the exit. Tom waved goodbye to the woman behind the counter. As his son closed the door behind them to the restaurant, Tom felt the cool night air, hoping his son wasn’t too cold given the temperature had fallen quickly. It was September and although it had been a mild seventy-five degrees at Coors Field, they had to walk a block to get to their car. He didn’t want to embarrass his son, so he just put his arm around him to keep him warmer. Sam didn’t protest thankfully. As they made their way to their car, Tom couldn’t help but look at Sam’s baseball glove that Sam held loosely in his hands. He’d given the glove to Sam after his son refused to use his old worn-out one. Tom had used that glove as a teenager when he was about Sam’s age. He laughed to himself when he remembered Sam’s look on his face as he stared at Tom’s old glove. It seemed so important to him to give it to Sam, but Sam wanted his own glove. Tom knew that Sam had loved the game that afternoon. Sam had a fantastic baseball card collection and recited stats that baffled Tom, who also felt proud of his son for knowing and memorizing all kinds of stats. Seemed like the type of thing kids should be worried about in high school, not what was weighing on Tom’s mind. Tom shook away a bunch of thoughts. He still wanted to look like he was enjoying himself after he and Sam had watched their favorite team win and ate at their favorite restaurant. But that damn television and the news. He was overcome with concern and resentment, knowing that his son’s future was going to be nothing like his own. Sam said, “You know my good friend Kory just made varsity, and I heard that there were even some top university recruits watching. I hope when I get to high school, I’ll play that well.” Tom stared at Sam momentarily, masking the welled-up feeling of regret and sorrow that threatened to silence him, before he said, “Sam, you’re going to play with the best.” He unlocked the car door, and they headed toward Interstate 70. All the while, Tom was glad that he had reached an agreement with his colleagues that there would be no more delays, no matter what lay ahead. And so, it began.

About the author: Michael Bienenstock is a retired teacher with over 35 years of teaching experience. He has published papers and given numerous presentations and earned a Bachelor of Science degree from Rochester Institute of Technology, a Master’s degree from Gallaudet University, and a Ph.D. in Special Education from the University of Maryland at College Park. He is married with one son and lives in Florida. So Long Earth is Michael's debut novel and no, his clone did not write this book.

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My Review

So Long Earth is a sensational novel that will take its readers on a journey of adventure and action and what the reader encounters along the way is truly shocking as well as thrilling. The reader will be introduced to the protagonist of the novel, Dr. Thomas Burns, an environmental engineer who has a big task ahead of him – build four spaceships with the hope of saving the human race. This is all because Earth is dying and it will no longer be able to sustain life and so, Burns, along with Australians, Russians, and Germans, agree to build four spaceships, each carrying 1,000 people, to search for a place to call home in the Alpha Centauri Galaxy. However, how will they be able to do this, how will they sustain life on this long journey, and will it be completed in time? Will they truly be able to save humanity? This is the premise of So Long Earth and it should not be missed, book lovers!


Dewey B. Reynolds - Stuart Duffelmeyer and the Masters of Plagues - Book Blitz

Book Blitz - February 5th

Meet Stuart Duffelmeyer. He knows what it feels like to be treated like trash. Brilliant, quiet, nerdy, and kind-spirited best describe him. He is an NYU student whose classmates target him for total humiliation. Fooling with him was their ultimate mistake.

Many residents...have always said that where you lived in the city said a lot about who you were.

John O’Connor and his wife Susan were some of the first ones to make a statement by moving into the Dumont condominiums over on Fourth and Massachusetts Avenue.

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Dewey B. Reynolds is an author, screenwriter, short filmmaker, and computer expert. He has also written books in the mystery, suspense, young adult, and true crime genres. Dewey currently lives in his hometown of Kansas City, Missouri.

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Dewey B. Reynolds - Stuart Duffelmeyer and the Masters of Plagues - Book Blitz

Genre: Fantasy

Date Published: October 2019

Publisher: Author Reputation Press

Summary

Ever been bullied? How about badly mistreated? Meet Stuart Duffelmeyer. He knows what it feels like to be treated like trash. Brilliant, quiet, nerdy, and kind-spirited best describe him. He is an NYU student whose classmates target him for total humiliation. Fooling with him was their ultimate mistake. Stuart suffered severely as a result of their malicious behavior. He harnesses the power of nature to serve a dish of revenge that is best served cold to them.

Excerpt

Many residents living in the Washington, D.C., area have always said that where you lived in the city said a lot about who you were. John O’Connor and his wife Susan were some of the first ones to make a statement by moving into the Dumont condominiums over on Fourth and Massachusetts Avenue. Incomparable elegance and first-class amenities were the sophistications they enjoyed from their hard-earned success. John met Susan while both were doing internships at Children’s National Medical Center there in Washington. Since graduating from NYU’s School of Medicine for Pediatric Cardiology, he sought opportunities in the nation’s capital. Susan graduated from Boston University’s School of Medicine and also decided to head to Washington to pursue her career as a pediatrician. During their tenure as hospital residents, they dated and would soon fall in love. Their love for one another fueled the passion to become engaged. The engagement soon led to marriage. Two sons, four-year-old John O’Connor, Jr., and three-year-old James O’Connor, became additions to their family. John got exactly what he wanted. Two sons were always his dream, ever since he was a little boy himself growing up on the upper east side of Manhattan. John and Susan felt their lives were complete with their family and careers. Their boys were happy to have the rooftop pool with sweeping views of the DC monuments. Playing with other kids who resided at the Dumont brought joy to their parents. If their kids were happy, they were happy. John and Susan enjoyed retreats with their boys around the beautifully landscaped courtyard. The sanctuary of nature brought them moments of peace to read a novel or enjoy the greenery of the flowers. When John Jr. and James were attended to by the nanny, the O’Connors snuck away to work out with the premium cardio equipment of the twenty-four-hour fitness center. John loved living only blocks away from the Capitol. Susan was delighted to live in the indulgence of the most powerful address on the triangle. John and Susan took on the daunting task of being a part of an internationally recognized team of pediatric healthcare professionals. Their team cared for more than 360,000 patients each year. Fifty million dollars in uncompensated care was provided by Children’s National Medical Center. John proved his worth by becoming one of the top cardiac physicians in the Children’s Cardiac Intensive Care Unit. Dually board certified in pediatric cardiology and pediatric critical care medicine. The life of an infant was in the hands of him and his surgical staff. Inside the operating room, the doctors and nurses were desperate to save the life of a two-month-old infant suffering from ventricular septal defect. A Desflurance anesthetic agent was administered. The mounted surgical lights beamed strongly down on the surgical equipment being passed to John and other pediatric physicians. The integrated breathing system management of the electronic ventilator kept the infant stable. John used the powerful fiber optic illumination of the opthalmology microscopes to see deep within the left and right ventricles of the baby girl’s ventricular septum. Acutely, blood rushed through the stout walls which separated the lower chambers of her heart. “Our patient is losing a normal heart rate!” John barked to his surgical team. “Too much blood is leaking from the left ventricle into the right ventricle,” observed one of the top pediatric nurses. “If the blood reaches the patient’s lungs, then she probably won’t make it.” “We might have to perform a Median sternotomy.” “Nurse, there’s barely a heartbeat!” “Dr. O’Connor, the right ventricle has clogged with more blood.” Seconds inside the operating room were precious. John and his team had many options to saving the baby’s life. Which life-saving method to use was their biggest concern. Incidentally, the monitor displayed no heartbeat. Had the two-month-old baby died while under their care? Not if the divine intervention of the Universe had its say. The bright surgical lights were drowned out by an even brighter light which cut through the ceiling. The doctors and nurses were lifted off the ground and suspended in mid-air by gravitational forces from the cosmos. The deceased two-month-old was lifted off the operating table and also suspended in the air. A stream of cool ocean water and air came from under the door. The excess blood clogging the right ventricle of her precious heart was sucked out by the air and intermingled with the fresh ocean water. The blood caused the water to form a pinkish color. Some of the water washed out all the infection. The wondrous forces of the Universe lowered the baby back down on the operating table. Loud cries from the infant filled the entire room. She cried as though she’d just been born into the world. John and the rest of his surgical team descended back to the floor. They just couldn’t believe what had happened. A stream of Gulf Coast water measuring about six gallons had done their jobs for them. “Did you all see what happened in here?” John asked his medical colleagues, all of them stunned from disbelief. The surgical team shook their heads at the same time. “Where did that water come from?” John questioned, looking around and not seeing one wet spot in the emergency room. The surgical team silently replied with more movement of their heads. “Long hours here at the hospital may be a bit too much for me.” Standing right outside the surgery room without being noticed was Stuart. John came towards the door to make his exit. Stuart camouflaged himself behind a group of nurses going down the hallway. The infant survived and it really brightened up his day. Susan O’Connor had no idea her husband spent extra hours at the hospital only to spend time with a dangerously beautiful clinical dietitian specialist named Marissa Halifax. Talk about a true beauty! Marissa had doctors from one corridor of the pediatric hospital to the next trying to date her. Some doctors offered her money and gifts. She refused all of them. They offered her promotions within the hospital, and still, she refused them. How did John get so lucky? His mouthpiece, bank account, and masculine magnetism were the goods to win her over. With the blinds shut, the door locked, the phone turned off, and lights turned down low, John and Marissa decided to have a late night rendezvous inside his office. Their bodies pressed together while their lips smacked. They took a break from sucking face in order to catch their breath. Steam had generated from them exchanging saliva. “Whew!” John huffed, fanning himself to cool off. “When I look at you, I’m looking at a masterpiece.” “Consider yourself lucky, Johnny Boy,” Marissa nipped with arrogance, patting her curly brown hair back in place. “Sure, I’m real lucky.” “With all these doctors around here wanting me, you took home the prize, baby.” “Can’t argue with you on that. Julius Caesar would’ve given up the Roman Empire for you.” “I saw your wife today.” “Where?” “Down by endocrinology.” “She finds out that we’re messing around, that’ll be my one way ticket to a divorce.” “Your wife doesn’t have to find out. I won’t tell if you won’t tell.” “You’ve got a deal.” John and Marissa joined together to revive their body pressing and lip smacking. Small drops of water fell from the ceiling. More drops seeped through the cracks of the door and the windows. John went over to the windows and peeked between the blinds. “Where’s that water coming from? It isn’t raining outside.” “Are there holes in the roof?” Marissa asked, skipping from one side of the office to the next. “No way does this hospital have holes in the roof.” “John, I’ll see you later.” Marissa sprinted over to the door. She found the lock wouldn’t turn. “Who locked the door?” “You can’t get out?” “No, I’ve jerked on the knob several times.” “The door can be locked from the inside and the outside.” “Who’s playing tricks, John?” “I don’t know.” Winds in excess of over a hundred miles an hour blew in between the door and window cracks. The drops of water joined together and formed a tiny hurricane inside John’s office. The forceful winds picked John off the ground and slammed him against the wall. Marissa got sucked up to the ceiling. Her body remained pressed to the crumbling tiles. The frames of pictures and certificates were blown off the walls and smashed into pieces. Colonel Boaz made his presence known to John O’Connor. “John, have you not learned your lesson yet?” “What lesson is that?” John answered, the mighty winds having deprived him of normal oxygen. “You have violated the codes of morality. You made my master suffer, now you have to suffer.” “Who are you?” “I have been sent by my master to be a plague upon you.” “Who’s your master?” “The secrets of the Universe will not permit me to reveal who my master is.” “I don’t understand. There are no hurricanes in Washington, D.C.” “You weren’t meant to understand the true laws of nature.” “This has gotta be one bad dream.” “Your evil ways and disobedience have come back to bite you in the backside.” “But hurricanes don’t talk.” “No, this hurricane does talk.” Colonel Boaz used the power of its winds and water to throw John all around his office. The colonel threw him around like a boomerang. His face, hands, chest, and legs, they crashed hard against the wall. Slinging nearly ten gallons of water at him, John felt the stinging impact crash into his backside. “Errrrrrrrrrrh!” John screamed, clutching his tender rear with both hands.

About the author

Dewey B. Reynolds is an author, screenwriter, short filmmaker, and computer expert. He has also written books in the mystery, suspense, young adult, and true crime genres. Dewey currently lives in his hometown of Kansas City, Missouri.

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My Review

Well written! I'm sure we can all relate to wanting revenge on someone who bullied and humiliated us at some point in our lives. I know the thought has crossed my mind. All in all, a great read.

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Lights Above Cass by Marilyn Brokaw Hall

Jan 29 2020

Lucia a self-aware Quantum computer recovered from the Roswell crash was brought to a secret base. Time on Earth and the completion of her mission will soon collide. She awaits the final codes to return home.

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"Once the helicopters reached where they last detected the unidentified craft, the copter pilots set down in a clearing approximately a half mile from the site. Air Force military boots hit the ground running; trained military canines led the way through the pitch dense forest."

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Marilyn Brokaw Hall, author of Mothman’s Vengeance and The Ring Master’s Secret: A tale of Witchcraft and Deception graduated from Rio Grande University. She grew up in southeastern Ohio and is fascinated by tales involving myths, legends, and supernatural phenomena.

No more secrets… no more lies, Eyes once clenched tight now wide open.

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Marilyn Brokaw Hall - Lights Above Cass

Genre: Sci-fi Suspense

Date Published: January 2020

Publisher: Xlibris

Summary: Lucia a self-aware Quantum computer recovered from the Roswell crash was brought to a secret base. Time on Earth and the completion of her mission will soon collide. She awaits the final codes to return home. While investigating alien abductions the CIA uncover some of America’s ugliest social injustices. Several women return some meet their fate other ways. Rose a minister’s daughter, Jacqueline a gay schoolteacher, Eve a deaf-mute farm girl, Molly a college student living on the edge and Rita an Army nurse are missing. To some this book may read as a parable, to others a premonition.

Excerpt: No more secrets… no more lies, Eyes once clenched tight now wide open. Not too late... don’t hesitate… It’s up to you… it’s up to me, What each of us chooses to see. Once the helicopters reached where they last detected the unidentified craft, the copter pilots set down in a clearing approximately a half mile from the site. Air Force military boots hit the ground running; trained military canines led the way through the pitch dense forest. Unsure of what they would find when they got to the craft landing site, Sergeant Trevon Loch’s special team of men and women were trained to fight and were ready to give all for their country. As the soldiers closed in on their prey the dogs cowered. Their ears no longer perked up and their tails hung down flat against their hind legs which was very unusual behavior for these brave beasts. They were trained by soldiers to obey orders as any other soldier normally would. The dogs were to attack first unless otherwise ordered to stand down. Tonight, a sense of eeriness settled upon the squadron of soldiers. They were not used to being in this posture here in the mountains on US soil. Neither were the German Shepherd’s they had brought along. If the craft landed near this area, there were no lights to identify its specific coordinates. The soldiers wore camouflage uniforms with their faces painted to help them blend in with the forest vegetation providing extra cover under the full moon. Except an occasional owl, coyote, soldier snapping dead twigs under their boots or intermittent panting of the dogs all remained quiet in this part of the forest. They knew they were close from the coordinates received from tactical command. Sergeant Trevon Loch motioned his platoon with special hand signals to stop, get down and listen. Time passed quietly and at a snail’s pace. His troops were disciplined they could wait out any enemy no matter how long it took. Tiny hairs on the back of his neck stood up giving him a chill. Sergeant Loch knew exactly what that meant from being in Kuwait. Over there he had a sixth sense about hidden bombs. They would stay put until he understood the danger clearer and was able to devise a safe plan of attack. Without warning, light emanating from under the ship created sparks from the hidden craft. The heat it generated intensified, creating sizzling mounds of dry grass and leaves under it from the intense heat. Within seconds it left behind only minute orange glowing bits of disintegrated cooling ash. A deafening whirring noise created a sense of chaos among the dogs and the soldiers. The obsidian sphere rose two hundred feet in the air within seconds, rotating in a circle. Trapezium-shaped four-sided lights none of which were parallel blinked randomly near the expansive windows of the craft. The occupants inside appeared more frightening than the soldiers expected in the time they were able to lock eyes on the aliens inside the spacecraft and wrap their heads around what they were witnessing. Before the soldiers were able to fire their weapons to get off a warning shot, the craft vanished. Sergeant Loch identifying a form left behind ordered, “Hold your fire.” Attempting to refocus his eyes from the blinding light Sargent Trevon Loch noticed a single silhouette standing in the center of the field directly under the light of the full moon. The human form was easy to recognize since it was aided further by the fading glow of embers lighting the field. It was a young woman. She appeared to be in her mid-twenties. Her shoulder-length blonde hair appeared as if it were floating in the air due to the updraft created by the craft. She was wearing a mid-century cotton house dress. Sergeant Loch immediately noticed when he approached her that she was missing her shoes. There was no way that she had walked here barefoot this late at night on her own. He knew instantly that she must have been aboard the craft. The young woman stood quietly gazed off into the darkness of the forest, unaware of her current surroundings or the soldiers quietly approaching. Her pale skin and stone-like stature resembled a concrete statue one would normally see when visiting a park. As Sergeant Loch came closer, he noticed two other females lying on the ground, hidden by her shadow.

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An unidentified craft flew at enormous speed right toward their base. It was obviously not a military drone or spy plane – and the base was highly restricted. Corporal Brett Anderson watched as it made unbelievably sharp dives and figured it had to be using electromagnetic fields to turn on a dime or go straight up into an accelerated climb. He called Captain Jamal Bryant, the Aerospace Defense Command Intercept Director, who was irritated by a call this late at night, and suggested he should come to the base immediately and see this himself. The Captain hung upon him, so he didn’t know if he was coming or not, but he had followed protocol. The Captain arrived and sent soldiers out to coordinates where the ship seemed to be landing. A “form” was left behind when it took off again. A blonde in her mid-twenties stood quietly like a statue and two other women were lying on the ground in her shadow. There are other missing women – could they have been abducted in the same way? What are they facing here? This was not an easy book to read. It definitely needs some editing. But it also has the reader wade through tons of information that doesn’t feel like it is really needed. Instead of enlightening the reader, it slows the storyline down uncomfortably. The characters are not developed as fully as would be helpful to the reader in knowing, for example, that they could be trusted or were competent. As mentioned, it was difficult to plow through all of this information. Nevertheless, the story can be interesting if the reader can follow the main action. Die-hard sci-fi buffs would probably enjoy this one.

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Blood Bound: A Lowrance Vampires Novel by R.J. Blain

Publication date: January 28th 2020

Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance

Synopsis: After waking in a shallow grave and clawing her way to freedom, Penelope Francis hunts for the rogue who stole her life and transformed her into a vampire. Despite being corrupted into a feared preternatural, she clings to her humanity and refuses to prey on innocents, instead slaking her thirst on other miscreant vampires. In exchange for a chance at revenge, she joins forces with the charismatic master of the Lowrance brood, a choice that may spell the salvation—or destruction—of humanity as she knows it.

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Another night, another vampire, another double-dead end. If I didn’t get lucky soon, I’d run out of miscreants to drain, stake, decapitate, and decorate with holy wafers. In reality, I only needed to stake the toothy bastards, but I figured if I was going to kill every damned unclaimed vampire in New York City, I’d do so with style and get a free meal out of the deal at the same time. In life, I’d done well for myself; I’d become my father’s perfect daughter, dedicating every waking moment to my budding career as a corporate lawyer on a mission to protect his business interests. In death, or undeath as it was, I’d become a big nothing. I couldn’t even claim I’d become a big fat nothing, as I kept losing weight instead of gaining it, no matter how many of my kind I tagged, bagged, drained, and tossed out with the trash. Penelope Francis was dead and gone to everyone who mattered, even me. My stomach reminded me of my neglect with a displeased gurgle. Grunting my dismay over having completely drained another vampire without slaking my hunger, I checked his pockets for cash and found nothing but lint, not even a wallet, ID, or pocket change. If he’d had food hidden in his pockets, I might’ve been tempted to try my luck. If I ever ditched the relentless hunger, I’d never take food for granted again. I resented my maker’s decision to abandon me in a shallow grave, forcing me to fend for myself. The bastard could’ve left a damned note with a few clues, especially in the feeding department. A manual about life as a vampire would’ve been appreciated. I still wasn’t sure what I could eat. Shortly after I’d risen, I’d tried a slice of pizza once and only once. It hadn’t ended well. I dodged food, afraid I’d throw it up along with my literal guts. Just to be sure, I rechecked my victim’s body to confirm his lack of cash, ID, or food. Nothing. Color me not surprised. I hated killing those as destitute as I, but I refused to harbor guilt over ridding the world of a vampire who hunted homeless teens struggling to survive New York’s harshest streets. While I hoped the kids would survive, I had my doubts. Miscreants—unclaimed, rogues, or whatever society called the illegal vampires lurking on the streets—couldn’t afford to let their prey live to tell the tale. When found, humans and preternatural alike hunted us to ensure we never bothered anyone again. Living on borrowed time sucked, as did homelessness. When I found the vampire who’d turned me, I’d take my time draining him. I’d enjoy every swallow. I’d turn his last moments into a masterpiece of brutality. All I knew was that my maker had been a man, and he’d left some dark mark on me, something that tainted my soul. I could still feel his corrupting influence deep within, a pressure on my heart. Until I breathed my last for the second time, I’d spend every night seeking him out so I could end his miserable existence. I still wasn’t sure why I’d been targeted or how I’d survived the transition from human to vampire without help. My desire for revenge confirmed one unassailable truth: I was no better than the filth I hunted.

Excerpt #2

I’d go to hell, prison, and my grave again for it, but I’d need a bottle of wine and a fluffy blanket. I didn’t even know if vampires could get drunk, but I’d find out one way or the other. Actually, fuck the wine. I’d go straight for the gin and vermouth, and I wouldn’t bother with the lime or olive. The alcohols could mix in my stomach as I guzzled straight from the bottles. I’d never tested my luck to see how far I could jump or how far I could fall. The building across West 127th Street still stood, making it ideal for my needs. With little to lose and everything to gain, I saw no reason not to try. If I died smacking into the sidewalk, well, no one would miss another miscreant. If I failed, I’d test the limits of vampiric immortality. Like the rest of the building, the protesters had destroyed the staircase leading to the roof, and they’d been thorough enough I needed to go out a window and climb. Complaining wouldn’t change facts, so I did a circuit of the top floor, found a window that wouldn’t rip me to pieces crawling through it, and tested the bricks. As expected, they crumbled. I located the sturdiest section of wall, picked a deteriorating brick above it, and made a foothold to give me the leverage needed to make it to the roof. The building’s abandoned state simplified matters for me. As no one expected someone in the building, those gathered below never bothered to look up. Before I’d been a vampire, I doubted I would’ve had the physical strength required to wiggle up a brick wall and over the ledge onto a flat roof high above a sewage moat. I rolled and sucked in deep breaths through clenched teeth. Despite the number of times I’d pulled similar stunts, I hated how the rotting brick crumbled beneath my fingertips. I absolutely loathed when they shifted under my feet and threatened to dump me to the ground. I especially abhorred when the wind picked up and howled through the streets of Harlem, doing its best to tear me off the wall. Even at its most gentle, I believed the breeze breathed curses at me for my refusal to give in to its plans. Had the Mink Building boasted a peaked roof, I wouldn’t have attempted the jump across West 127th street. As it was, the distance worried me. I doubted a human, even an Olympian, could manage such a feat. I’d have no room for error; the buildings were of equal height, and if I missed, I’d bounce off the bricks and splatter to the broken streets below. With my luck, I’d hit one of the law enforcement vehicles or protestors littering the intact sections of the road first. Either way, I expected my body to be mangled, a blessing in my opinion. It’s taken me less than a week after death to come to the conclusion I was better off as an unsolved mystery. Backing up as far as I could go on the roof, I sprinted for the edge, picked my target on the neighboring building, and jumped. Before the terror of hanging in the air could kick in, I smacked into the ledge. Sharp pain tore through my chest, and I slid back before shaking off the stunning impact and scrambling for a hold. I crammed my elbows against the brick, hissing as my skin tore. Jamming my toes into the mortar, I kicked, rolled over onto the roof, and gasped for breath. No matter how many times in a night I cursed my existence as a vampire, I had to admit there were perks to unlife. With a low groan, I flopped onto my back to ease the pressure on my chest. The next time I did something stupid like jump from building to building, I’d remember the landing hurt. I’d also remember to check for signs of life before making the jump.

Excerpt #3

“I doubt she’s even a year old. All right, young lady. As I’d rather not hold a stake to your heart all night long, I have a special present for you. You won’t like it, but it beats being actually staked, doesn’t it?” I wasn’t so sure, but I couldn’t force my lips to move to tell him to take his stake and shove it up his ass. Ben proved to be another vampire, closer to what I expected from my brethren but cleaner. He wore denim from head to toe with a black leather hat tipped forward enough to obscure all but his mouth and his pronounced incisors. “Needle, manacles, or cuffs?” “Let’s use the cuffs. The sapper’s pliable enough to circle her wrist with the leather. If that’s too strong for her, we’ll carry her to the car. I’d rather not draw any extra unwanted attention. It was difficult enough flushing her out.” They’d flushed me out? My chosen escape route hadn’t been my only option. It’d been one of the more dangerous ones too. I could’ve stayed put and hidden in the ruins of the Mink Building for the entire night without anyone being the wiser to my presence. I’d been careful about the vampires I targeted. They preyed on humans. They lived in the shadows. I never touched humans. Ben stepped out of my field of vision and left me alone with the vampire, who held the slender stake against my chest with a steady hand. While I waited, I memorized every feature from his perfect nose to the gentle curve of his throat. Unlike me, he looked like he never missed a meal or a session at the gym. “My name’s Emerick Lowrance, and I don’t know who your master is, but he will pay for your crimes.” As killing other vampires likely counted as a crime despite them preying on humans, I couldn’t deny someone needed to pay. I’d chosen my prey. I’d stalked them, confirmed their sins against humans, and drank away their lives so I might live. If my tongue ever became my own, I would protest. And when I did, I would add Emerick Lowrance to my shortlist of vampires I hated above all else for assigning guilt to the innocent. My so-called master wasn’t innocent of much as far as I was concerned, but he hadn’t committed my crimes for me. Once I found the fanged bastard, I’d add to my sins and rid the Earth of him.

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