Friday, November 27, 2020

Pink Triangle: A WWII Gay Romance by Lea Bronsen

 

Fearing and desiring the enemy... Sometimes you can’t choose who you love.

Oslo, April 1945

Paul is a handsome, free-spirited Norwegian in the prime of his life, but he doesn’t fit the German occupant ideology simply because he’s gay. And so, when the Gestapo catches him for producing illegal propaganda, he’s tortured and threatened to be sent to a German concentration camp with a pink triangle sewn on his shirt, the symbol for homosexuals.

It will take great courage and mind-blowing circumstances of luck, as the Führer commits suicide and the end of the war seems nearer by the day, for Paul to avoid his death transport to Germany.

And it will take the growing attraction of the Gestapo commander himself to regain his full freedom—and capture his heart.

 

#WWII #WW2 #Historical #Manlove #MM #Gay #Erotic #Romance

 

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Excerpt

A couple hours later, when the sun stood high and bright in the sky, the sound of horseshoes came from the garden. Paul had dozed in the hay, enveloped by the soft jacket lining and lulled by happy bird songs and the rustling of leaves outside, but the commander’s return had him sit up against the wall.

The horse’s hairy muzzle appeared in the crack before the big animal pushed the door open and stepped into the shed.

Heimlich sat straight in the saddle, bare-chested, slim but muscular in all the right places, his uniform folded across his lap. Paul tried not to gape at the sight. With ease and grace, the commander dismounted and hung his clothes on hooks on the wall. Drops of sweat pearled on his forehead and temple and rolled down his firm chest and abdomen, making his skin shine. So, so very sexy. He took off his hat, uncovering his dark blond hair slick with sweat—but it only accentuated the sexiness.

He turned to Paul and caught him staring. “What are you smiling at?”

Oops.

Paul straightened and regretted having let himself be carried away. “I wasn’t smiling.”

“Yes, you were. You think I’m not aware I look like an office rat? You need to rub it in?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I know very well I could use more muscle, and that I need to strengthen my stomach.” He tapped his six-pack, which was perfect in Paul’s world.

“Well, that hasn’t crossed my mind.”

An understatement.

“Really?” The commander raised a brow. “Do you honestly like what you see?”

Holy fuck, what a question...

Uncertain whether the man realized what he’d just said, Paul waited a bit before he asked, voice low, “Are you honestly asking a homosexual if he likes your body?”

The commander blinked slowly. “When you put it like that...” With a goofy smile, he turned to gaze out of the shed and shook his head.

Paul allowed him a moment to recoup. He was tempted to tease, but didn’t.

When the commander returned to Paul, he pointed at him. “Forget I said that. I didn’t mean it like that.”

Yeah, I’m likely to forget...

They held each other’s looks for a while, the commander inscrutable.

“Listen,” Paul said, emboldened by the awkward situation. “I’m going to be very frank with you. I hate you with all of my heart—”

No reaction.

“—But when you parade around me like that,” he pointed at the man’s naked torso, “you make it difficult for me to...”

“To what?”

To not like you.

 

About the author

Lea Bronsen likes her reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strives to give her own stories the same intensity. After a deep dive on the unforgiving world of gangsters with her debut novel Wild Hearted, she divides her writing time between romantic suspenses, dark erotic romances, and crime thrillers.

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Monday, November 23, 2020

The Buddha and the Bee: Biking through America's Forgotten Roadways on a Journey of Discovery by Cory Mortensen #Memoir @Giveaway

 


The Buddha and the Bee: Biking through America's Forgotten Roadways on a Journey of Discovery

by Cory Mortensen

BLURB:

 

Life-Changing Journey...

...But this is NOT a typical blah-blah-blah memoir

 

Planning is for sissies. A solo bike ride across the country will be filled with sunshine, lollipops, rainbows, and 80 degree temps every day, right? Not so much. The Great Plains, Rocky Mountains, an alkaline desert, and the Sierra Nevadas lay miles and days ahead. Disappointment with unrealized potential, and the thirst for what’s next drew farther away in the rotating wide-angle shockproof convex rear-view mirror.

 

"I will ride my bike down a never-ending ribbon of asphalt wearing a backpack."

 

Cory Mortensen began his bike ride across the United States from Chaska, Minnesota, to Truckee, California, without a route, a timeline, or proper equipment. Along the way, he gained more than technical skills required for a ride that would test every fiber of his physical being and mental toughness. Ride along as he meets “unusual” characters, dangerous animals, and sweet little old ladies with a serious vendetta for strangers in their town.

 

Humor ■ Insight ■ Adventure ■ Gratitude ■ Peace

 

From long stretches of road ending in a vanishing point at the distant horizon, to stunning vistas, terrifying close calls, grueling conditions, failed equipment, and joyous milestones he stayed the course and gained an appreciation for the beauty of the land, the genius of engineering and marvel of nature.




Excerpt Three:

 

DAY TWENTY-FOUR           

 

It seemed as if I was the only person on this road. I saw no cars, no trucks. I didn’t even see an airplane or contrail. The human race could have been completely wiped out, and I wouldn’t know it, just like I didn’t know what was going on back east a few days ago. As far as I knew, it was just me and the clerk at the Maybell General Store. My situation could be worse. Juliane Koepcke was seventeen years old when, on Dec 24, 1971, the Lockheed Electra OB-R-941 commercial airliner the she was a passenger on was struck by light- ning. The plane immediately broke up in the air. Still strapped to her seat, she fell two miles into the jungle. She survived the fall, with a broken collarbone, a gash on her arm that would eventually become infested with worms, and her right eye swollen shut. She spent ten days alone in the Amazonian rainforest, following a stream, wading through knee-deep water, until eventually she came across a group of fishermen. After two weeks spent recovering, she led a search party back into the jungle to locate the crash, ultimately finding her mother’s body.

 

And here I thought I was having a bad day.

 

Fighting the headwind, I occasionally took time to stop and stare at the road as it vanished into the horizon. I had been biking for forty minutes and gone only five miles.

 

I hoped to see a town, a house, a billboard—anything that showed signs of human life—but it was just me and the road and a rather large coyote.

 

“Coyote?!”

 

A coyote stood across the road, looking directly at me.

 

I had some important questions. What was I supposed to do when I came across a coyote? Were they aggressive? Did they attack humans? Were they fast? Could I out-pedal him? Not with this headwind. He could catch me without even having to run.

 

In the lore of Indigenous Americans, the coyote was many things. To some tribes, it was a hero who created, taught, and helped humans; to others, a warning of negative behaviors like greed and arrogance; still others looked at the coyote as a trickster who lacked wisdom—he got into lots of trouble, but was clever enough to get out of it.

 

This part of North America was home to the Snake Indians. The Snake Indians were made up of the Northern Paiute, Bannock, and Shoshone. The Bannock believed the coyote came to help and did good deeds for the people.

 

I looked west and so did the coyote. I looked back at the coyote, he back at me, and then he looked west again and bobbed his head, as if to say, “Let’s go.”

 

I started pedaling. The headwind continued; my coyote com- panion making everything a bit surreal. He was now part of my journey. I put off any thoughts of him being an adversary. He was helping me get through the day.

 

“You live around here?” I asked the coyote. The coyote gave no answer.

 

“You have family? Wife? Kids?” Still no answer.

 

“Do you know if there is a good restaurant in Dinosaur? I’m really hungry.”

 

Nothing. He could only be of so much help, I guess.

 

We moved together along Victory Highway, fighting the wind.

 

Over the next few miles, I watched him as he pranced over the mounds along the highway. He’d stop and wait for me when he got too far ahead, then would continue once I caught up. I was no longer thinking about the wind or the heat or the bumpy road. I thought about the people who had lived along the Yampa River. Ruins of the Fremont people dated back as far as 1500 BC. Their petroglyphs told their stories. The Snake, Ute, and Navajo came after the Fremont and made the land their new home.

 

Later came the cowboys. Butch Cassidy and the Wild Bunch, Matt Warner, and Isom Dart all traveled this route when it was just a dusty horse trail, known as the Outlaw Trail.

 

And as I rode along with my coyote and wistful thoughts, there it was: the all too familiar sound of ninety-five pounds-per-square- inch of air leaving my rear tyre.

 

The coyote heard it, too. Perhaps the sound startled him, per- haps it let him know dinner was ready. I looked down at my tyre and then at him. His body was turned, now facing me. I felt like perhaps our relationship had changed without my input. I thought back to lunch with my dad, when he asked if I was bringing a gun for protection. Then I looked at my flat tyre.

 

I took the pack off the bike, flipped the bike upside down to remove the rear wheel, and started removing the tyre and replacing the tube, as fast as I could. I looked up to see what the coyote was doing, but he was gone, vanished. I was relieved but also sad, as I was once again alone.

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Cory Mortensen has ridden his collection of bicycles over a million miles of asphalt, dirt, mud, and backroads. In addition to the cross-country journey detailed in this book, he has traveled to over fifty-five countries, cycled from Minneapolis to Colorado solo to raise money for children born with congenital heart defects. He’s completed sixteen marathons on five continents, and survived three days of running with the bulls in Spain.

 

Cory is a certified Advanced PADI diver, and has enjoyed taking in life under the waves in locations all over the world. In 2003, he took time off from roaming, and accidentally started and built a company which he sold in 2013. That same year he married his best friend and explored the state of Texas for two years. The couple sold everything they owned, jumped on a plane to Ecuador and volunteered, trekked, and explored South America for sixteen months before returning to Phoenix, Arizona, where he works as a consultant and is soon to be a bestselling author.

 

The Buddha and the Bee is his first memoir in which he shares how a two month leave of absence redefined his life’s trajectory of sitting behind a desk and his decision to break society’s chains so he could live life on his terms.

 

 

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Wednesday, November 18, 2020

Alien Legacy The Empath by Keri Kruspe #ScienceFiction #Giveaway



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The aliens we thought were long gone are coming back.

Just his luck, alien-hybrid Ben Duncan is the only one for the job. Being an empath and a financial wizard, he’s called in to uncover an essential ally at a small regional bank in Vegas to thwart a plot his alien ancestors, the Akurns, seemed to have started there. If their heinous plans are successful, the global economy would crash and weaken mankind for their invasion in less than five short months. When Ben arrives at his assignment as a covert consultant, he meets the intriguing Julienne and is instantly alarmed at the intense attraction he has for her. He’d love to indulge in his obsession with the delectable woman, but knows he has no choice but to stay as far away from her as possible. The fate of billions don’t leave time for anything personal.

As senior vice-president, Julienne King leads a stressful life immersed in organizing a huge merger for a local bank in Vegas. And meeting some arrogant, hotter-than-hell, aloof outside consultant makes things worse. When she stumbles on an insidious money laundering scheme that threatens the global economy, she’s caught and kidnapped by one of her hateful bosses. While in captivity, she’s threatened with alien experimentation, death, or both. But what shocks her the most is it turns out she may not be who or what she thought she was.

Now it’s a race against time. Can a banker and an alien-hybrid overcome their misconceptions and to not only work together, but to realize their love is the key to mankind’s salvation?

Read an Excerpt

Julienne took a step back to put some distance between them. It didn’t help.

Ben’s lips turned up at the ends but his well-built arms hung loose at his side. Now her mouth dried. This was the first time she’d seen him without a suit. His dark T-shirt molded lovingly to his taut frame. She gave herself a mental head slap and struggled to pull her gaze away from his chest. “What are you doing here?” She coughed. Damn frog in her throat was in the way.

The skin at the edge of his blue eyes crinkled before he strolled past without answering. He opened the door and poked his head out before leaving the small closet.

Dammit! She stomped her foot before following the exasperating man. She almost plowed into his back when he stopped.

He turned to face her. He was in the shadows and she couldn’t see his expression. When he said nothing, she put her fists on hips. “Excuse me, you didn’t answer my question. What are you doing here?”

“Apparently I’m saving your sweet self.” His smile widened. “And what, may I ask, are you doing here? Find anything interesting?”

Her nose rose a notch. “Yes, damn it!” She flung an arm to the wall that Bernie disappeared through. “What in the hell just happened? How did Bernie create a mirror that wasn’t there, walk through it and then vanish?”

“Are you sure that’s what you saw?”

She gritted her teeth as a slow, burning heat crept up her neck.

About the Author:
Keri Kruspe, award-winning “Author of Otherworldly Romantic Adventures” loves nothing more than to write about romances that feature “feisty heroines who aren’t afraid to take a chance on life… or love”. Her writing career started when she became irritated that most SciFi romances had women kidnapped before they could find love. Determined to create something different, she turned “the alien kidnapping trope upside down” (Vine Voice) and the ALIEN EXCHANGE trilogy was born.

Keri’s latest SciFi Romance novel, ALIEN LEGACY: THE EMPATH, is the first in a five-book series of the Ancient Alien Descendants, taking the Ancient Alien motif and mixing it with a sensual, romantic twist.

A native Nevadan, Keri is a lifelong avid reader who lives in Northwestern Michigan with her hubby and the newest member of the family, a Jack Russell Terrier named Hestia. When not immersed in her made-up worlds, she enjoys discovering the fascinating landscape of her new home and pairing red wine with healthy ways to cook. Most of all, she loves finding her next favorite author.

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Thursday, November 12, 2020

Lovers, Players, Seducer - The Betrayal of Nicholas La Cour by J. A. Jackson

 



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Nicholas La Cour never expected to be betrayed.

Convicted of a crime he didn’t commit; it is only luck that proves his innocence.
Maëlle has always had a thing for bad boy Nicholas…

…and Nicholas has always had a thing for trouble.

After Nicholas left her at the altar, Maëlle wasn’t sure her heart would ever heal.

The wounds of the past run deep for both of them.
But despite their drama-filled past, their chemistry defies logic and burns hotter than ever.
As sparks fly and Maelle and Nicholas have the chance to reunite, will Nicholas sabotage their chance for happiness with his plans for revenge? Or will he finally focus on what truly matters?

Can they make love grow this time around?
Something both of them aren’t sure they can do…

A Betrayed man, a bride left at the altar, and a plan for revenge. Dive into the complex world of Nicholas in Book III of J. A. Jackson’s Lovers, Players The Seducer series and discover if love can transform even the best-laid plans?

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“Power must not be allowed to triumph all the time!” Nicholas had heard these words often enough growing up from his father Louis. It wasn’t until he was watching an old gangster movie on TV that he realized his father had borrowed the phrase he often said to him. Still, for some reason he had memorized his words and now sitting in the courtroom, his father’s words tormented him. The courtroom was located in the Federal building in downtown San Jose. Nicholas sat at the defense table and his mind wondered. His eyes fell on the courtroom stenographer as she walked in. She was just what he needed to take his mind off of his situation. He marveled with his thoughts thinking her naturally caramel tanned skin was beautiful, he was sure she had acquired it at birth, no tanning booth could make such a perfect even skin tone. Her skin accented excellently against her chocolate tailored suit. He had used the courtroom stenographer to take his mind off things on several occasions. She’d become the highlight of Nicholas’ days since his trial had started. He’d heard her speak often enough and knew that she had a soft -spoken pleasant voice that was soothing to his senses.

As his plane slowly touched down, Quinn closed his eyes and prayed to the god of his grandmother Ina Rosolado. He wasn’t praying that the plane would land safely. He was praying that his brother Nicholas would receive him with open arms. He was worried because he didn’t know how much his brother knew about the brief yet extended affair he’d had with his on again off again ex-fiancé and girlfriend Maëlle Moulard. It wasn’t something that he was proud of. In fact, he wanted to confess his sins to his brother, but he’d never had the chance. There just never seemed to be the right time when they were growing up together.

About the Author:
J.A. Jackson is the pseudonym for an author, who loves to write deliciously sultry adult romantic, suspenseful, entertaining novels with a unique twist. She lives in an enchanted little house she calls home in the Northern California foothills. Her love for cooking and writing come from her Southern roots of Louisiana and Arkansas. She isa member of South Bay Writers Association, Yosemite Romance Writers and Romance Writers of America (RWA).

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Tuesday, November 10, 2020

BAD TEDDY BEAR - A steamy gay romance

 


BAD TEDDY BEAR

 

Blurb

 

Down and dirty sex. That’s the name of the game for Theodore West.

 

They still call him Bear, even though his days in pro ball are over. Plenty of men are still anxious to be topped by the Bear and he’s happy to oblige as long as his partner understands the rules. No strings and no repeats.

 

Bear could win an academy award for his alpha-player performance, but in reality, he’d love to give up control. He’s a big man who likes the idea of being topped by a twink. In college, he found the perfect lover, but he dumped him rather than risk tarnishing his image. When Finn shows up, he turns Bear’s world upside-down. But, can the Bad Teddy Bear finally accept his submissive side?

 


X-cerpt

 

The musky scent of sex filled Bear’s nostrils. Revved up, he pounded away at the man under him. Each forceful thrust brought a grunt from Bear and an answering groan from Jack… Whatshisname?

 

“Gotta come. Bear, please.”

 

Bear was close too. He reached around and fisted Jack’s dick. He started pumping—

 

“Fuck.” Jack’s balls drew up tight and he soaked the mattress with his cum.

Bear followed. A few seconds later, he pulled out and rose on his knees to remove the condom. Drained, he lay on his back panting, and ran a hand through the damp matted hair on his chest. Before Bear could protest, Jack leaned over and planted a sloppy kiss on his lips.

 

What the fuck!

 

Smooching might be fun for some guys but Bear considered it a sexual speed bump. Something to be tolerated in order to get to the good stuff. Well the good stuff was over and Bear wasn’t interested in lovey-dovey bullshit. Sure, he had feelings, but they were all below his waist. Sex was a biological urge like being thirsty or taking a piss. Once he satisfied an urge, he was done. End of story.

 

Jack snuggled against his body. “That was great, Bear. When I recognized you at the minimart, I never thought I’d end up getting fucked by the Big Bad Bear.”

 

“Guess this was your lucky day.”

 

“I’ll never forget that play you made right before you got injured. You could have been one of the greats.”

 

For crying out loud. Bear didn’t need the reminder. He could replay every second of that night in his head.

 

“But you’re still built like a brick house. Hot. As. Hell. Blah, blah, blah…”

 

Jack’s words were a low, insistent drone in Bear’s ear, like a bunch of honeybees buzzing around his head. He tuned them out, grunted and sat up. Pillow talk bored him. Careful of his aching knees, he swung his legs over the side of the bed.

 

“Hey. You don’t have to go. Stay. I’ll order a pizza.”

 

Bear stood up and finger combed his shaggy brown mane. He never spent the night. Just like he never brought a hookup back to his place. Even if he didn’t work nights, and have the old man to worry about, he wouldn’t do a sleepover. What was the point? He got what he came for. His sexual tension had been relieved and he felt good. Why spoil it with a cuddle. Cuddlers were space invaders and intimacy made a guy vulnerable.

 

Bear picked up his clothes. “Gotta go to work.”

 

“Where? Call me—”

 

Bear slammed the bedroom door behind him and struggled into his jeans. Jack didn’t follow. Guess he finally got the idea. Jack knew what he was getting. Or not getting. Bear always laid down the ground rules before hooking up. No long-term relationships. Some guys thought a good fuck would change everything. Ahh, sorry Jack. It wasn’t that good. Not for me, anyway.

 

Bear gripped his car keys and left Jack’s apartment. He had just enough time to stop home, shower, and put the old man to bed.

 

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Author Bio and Links

 

Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.

Some things never change.

 

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Monday, November 9, 2020

Club Lustrum London Series Book 3: The Roughened Petals by C. C. Castleton

 



Club Lustrum London Series

Book 3: The Roughened Petals

by C. C. Castleton


Blurb

 

Samuel:  The end justifies the means is Machiavellian. I’m de Sade: the end is entirely mine. When I’m hard, I’m no gentleman. Sex is that perfect balance of pain and pleasure. Without that symmetry, sex becomes a routine, not an indulgence.

 

Linnea:  Sir said my virginity was a virtue. He said virtue needed vice, such as the extreme pain he gave me, for me to gain the ultimate pleasure as his Slave. I thought it was just a game. No skin off my nose. So I signed the contract Sir offered me.

 

Buy Links

 

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08HZG2SS6

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Excerpt

 

A quarter of a million quid? That’s one dotted straight line from slut to harlot. It will most definitely make a whore out of me, I tell myself over and over again, however an expensive one.

Even in fiction I don’t remember reading a book where a woman accepted money in exchange for sex, and I failed to think she was a prostitute. So if I’m going to judge myself by that same logic, then that makes me one as well. That is, if I accept Sir’s offer. The operative word being “if”. No matter which way I turn this around in my head, no matter how it’s termed – whore, slag, prostitute, slut – I can’t see the offer in a positive light. Sir called it an incentive, but the wording doesn’t matter. You can call a spade a shovel, but it’s still a spade. Sir wanted a contract with me even if he didn’t use that word. Simply put, he wants sex, outrageously kinky hot sex, and is willing to pay the price. Isn’t that what prostitution is? A contract between two consenting adults involving sex and – most usually – money? With the payer having the upper hand over the payee?

My throat scorches with anger. I feel insulted that he would offer to pay me while he denies me. It cheapened the experience I had and want to have with him. Why on earth did he feel the need to offer me money? Did he think I was a chattel he could buy after I rebuffed his advances to take me out of the club? I bite my already-bitten-to-the-quick thumbnail, remembering the wanting look in his eyes. I bloody, totally, fucking want him, too. I’m tempted in the most biblical sense. My Adam, in the Garden of Eden, but reversed. The money he’s offering is the kind of apple that could make such a huge difference in my life. I could pay off my student debts, my car instalments and stash the remainder of the money away for future investments. I certainly have no shortage of things I could do with that money. But, above all else, it means I’d get him. I’d get to live out a forbidden desire that keeps me awake late at night.

I’d have my Sir night and day.

 Do whatever you want with it. It will still mean you’re a whore, that annoying voice at the back of my head whispers. I grit my teeth, angry that I’m even considering his offer.

Just thinking about it takes my breath away. The very idea of being paid for sex makes my body tingle with excitement and exhilaration. I mean, how much lower can you get in a relationship? It’s something forbidden, especially in 21st century. Bloody hell, it’s the century women are celebrating their suffrage! And that in and of itself is so seductive.

“All the same, I am not a bloody prostitute,” I murmur with some inexplicable fondness.

 

About the Author

C. C. Castleton is a Kenyan of Indian and British descent. Her ancestors arrived in Kenya between 1896 and 1920. C. C. studied sociology and political science, works as an actress, model and freelance journalist. She and her husband both love globetrotting, a love now shared with their miraculous baby. The Castletons are at home around the globe, a legacy they love to attribute to their migratory ancestors.

Her full name is Charulekha Christiana Castleton. The last C she wears with honour and pride from Mr Castleton, a Kenyan of aristocratic British descent, whose ancestors settled in Kenya in the late 19th century. After Mr Castleton introduced her to the delights of the London exclusive clubs, C. C. was inspired to start writing about the BDSM scene and those delights she experienced and came to cherish.

Lastly, thank you, dear reader, for reading my work. I sincerely hope I didn’t disappoint you. If I did, let me know on my Facebook page username @CCCastleton or email castletoncc5@gmail.com Visit my Page fb.me/CCCastleton and send my Page messages at m.me/CCCastleton. 

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Thursday, November 5, 2020

A Post-Post-Apocalyptic Sci-Fi Thriller: CENTRICITY by Nathaniel Henderson @GoddessFish



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The world already ended once. Now it's up to an outgunned negotiator, a disavowed spy, and an immersion-addicted hacker to stop it from happening again.

Centuries after the Fold, civilization is fragile. In the megacity of Naion, people live stacked in arcologies, most never going outside because the air is another enemy. Instead, freedom comes from technology: bodytechs modify the human form while synthetic intelligences whisper through brainware.

Now a new bridge between man and machine has emerged, one that could destroy humanity’s second shot at survival—or save it, depending on who gets to it first....

Adasha Denali is one of the government’s best dispute resolution specialists, but when a scandal threatens to destabilize the city and end her career, she’ll need more than words to escape the fallout. Venturing out of her office and into a fight for the future, she’ll team up with a disavowed spy, learning the hard way that betrayal wears many faces, and one of them may be her own.

Neon Nik is an immersion-addicted IT freelancer struggling to pay off debts to circling loan sharks. Threats of dismemberment become the least of his problems when a surprise inheritance throws him into a vortex of corporate kill squads willing to burn the city down to find him.

Engineered spies, high-tech mercenaries, and immersion hackers collide in this first gripping installment of the Centricity Cycle.

Read an Excerpt

Blobby lights cartwheeled and frayed at the edges.

Voros had been dreaming of a forest, the taste of blood and dirt on his lips. Then all at once, the rest of his senses rose as if from the depths of a black ocean, battered into confusion as soon as they broke the surface.

A hundred and forty kilos of muscle slammed into him, throwing him onto a table. Stalks broke and lacy petals scattered.

Voros threw a clump of spongy soil into his attacker’s face and kicked him in the chest, pushing himself backwards off the flowerbed. Spiked fists crashed into the dirt like the heads of ancient weapons. Having missed, the man knocked his side of the table downward. The opposite edge rose and caught Voros in the jaw; half his face went numb.

The bull charged again. Voros leapt onto the next table, grabbed at a vine-covered trellis above, and swung up. He didn’t like retreating but needed time to figure out what the hell was going on.

Kill Elts Lene, cement cooperation. Right, this all had something to do with the replacement neurotechnologist.

Tracks of grow lights illuminated long islands of grid racks, spiral growing columns, and stacked flowerbeds. The terraced garden overlooked a vista of arcology interior; not inhabited space, but a complex weave of environmental systems.

This was a fight, so why wasn’t he being shot at or shooting back? Where was his gun?

About the Author: Nathaniel Henderson was born in 1983 in Albuquerque, NM, USA. At a young age he moved to Tulsa, OK, where he spent the next fifteen or so years surviving adolescence. After graduating from high school, he packed it up and headed out west to the picturesque Santa Cruz, CA to attend UCSC. After a year of wrestling with computer science, he transferred to San Francisco to study computer animation and special effects. The career didn’t stick, and he set off to teach English in South Korea, Thailand, and finally Tokyo, Japan, where he currently resides.

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Tuesday, November 3, 2020

Raven's Apprentice by D. Robert Hardy #Autobiography #Giveaway @GoddessFish

 


Raven's Apprentice

by D. Robert Hardy


BLURB:

 

Raven's Apprentice is a compelling true story from the west coast of B.C. that launches you into the world of Raven and our interconnectedness with all living things.

 

"Suddenly, without warning, they spun on a fin and started charging the boat. My thrill turned to real panic. Killer whales attacking a boat. Had there ever been such a thing? A paralysis gripped me. Now, within striking distance, they slipped into an arrowhead formation just below the surface. If the leader of the pack didn't bring the boat down, his flanks would."

 

"At about 20 feet off the bow, the frontrunner broke the surface, peeling waves off his rostrum as he continued his commitment to engage. Bracing for impact, my hands squeezed into the railing..."

 

Travel with me aboard MV Lady Guinevere. Witness being charged by transient killer whales, stalked by wolves and walking creeks so pristine you feel as if you were the first human to experience the wonder of nature.

 

"You have succeeded in bringing the reader on the voyage with you and into the deeper experience of transcendence and heightened awareness. Some of your experiences are literally skin tingling, many will leave your reader thinking and remembering for a long time to come." - Sid Tafler – Writer, Editorbr.

 

 

"Don Hardy’s RAVEN’S APPRENTICE is a great and compelling story, both nuanced and vivid, that will leave readers wanting to head off on adventures of their own."

- Heather Stockard - IndieReader

 



EXCLUSIVE EXCERPTS:


Just as I stepped off the boat, a raven landed on one of the pylons. Not just any raven but the biggest I had ever seen. You don’t realize how big they can be until they are in your space; they could take your dog if you had one.

 

Crows are different. They will do anything for a meal. They are small and noisy and love to perch overhead and relieve themselves just as they take flight. But this raven knew he was intimidating. His presence was commanding. He was so close I could see his aged feathers were nipped and frayed. A long white scar exposed a break that had healed badly and he favoured his right leg, catching his balance with every hop. His affliction reminded me of a shaman and his rite of passage. A shaman had to withstand tremendous hardship to transcend the physical world. Through these trials he would become aware of the hidden realms he must learn to work within.

 

The raven had a quietness about him that deepened the silence all round, forcing the dock noise, harbour traffic and the rumble of the city to fade into the background.

 

The word “Nevermore” drifted into my thoughts and planted itself there. I immediately thought of Edgar Allen Poe’s poem The Raven. The word was foreboding. Was it a premonition of my journey north? That I would be “nevermore”: that I might not make it back?

 

It was a twilight moment, and, in retrospect, things seemed to slip sideways from then on. There were lessons unfolding that required reflection and time to digest. I felt I needed to pay attention.

 

The raven tucked himself in and burst into flight. The din of the city noise returned. I looked around. I felt … transported, like I had just returned but never left. It was surreal, I was living in the same world but … not.

 

I gathered my thoughts and bearings and continued walking down the wharf to the Fisheries office, oblivious to the planks announcing my departure. I was lost in a moment of survival and travel and if I had a future. I began a reflective conversation. “We’d never ventured past Trial Island, which was not that far from the Victoria Harbour. I had no experience – no training! A couple of night school classes didn’t make me a skilled navigator.”

 

“YOU said you wanted to work for the Fisheries as a patrolman, YOU wanted to contract your boat to them … did it not occur to you they might want to hire YOU?”

 

My response to self was small, “Sometimes I dream out loud … not expecting anyone to respond. I sent a letter off to a faceless address … I guess part of me didn’t expect a reply.”

 

 



 

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Born in Halifax Nova Scotia. Grew up in small-town Cumberland, BC. but could not wait to get out and make his mark. Toured throughout Canada and the US as a professional musician until he realized he hated touring. Settled in Victoria, BC. Wrote six unpublished screenplays until he had real success with a stageplay called "A Garland for Judy." It toured down the west coast from Bellingham to Los Angles but topped the bill in San Francisco for six months to sold-out shows. Eventually settling into technical writing and developing online courses for most of his working life. Raven's Apprentice is a memoir that captured the imagination of a retired CBC executive who said, "You must bottle up all of this adventure into a book! ...being rescued by transient killer whales encounters with wolves, spirits in the kelp ... it's all too exciting!" And so it is done.

 

Connect with D. Robert Hardy:

WEBSITE

https://www.droberthardy.com/

INSTAGRAM

https://www.instagram.com/ravens_apprentice/?hl=en

FACEBOOK

https://www.facebook.com/drobert.hardy.1/

 

Purchase Links:         

AMAZON.COM

https://amazon.com/dp/0228822297

AMAZON.CA

https://amazon.ca/dp/0228822297

KINDLE

https://amazon.com/dp/B08CS193XX          

INDIGO CHAPTERS

https://www.chapters.indigo.ca/en-ca/books/ravens-apprentice/9780228822301-item.html 

BARNES & NOBLE

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/ravens-apprentice-d-robert-hardy/1137324048

 

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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION and RAFFLECOPTER 

 

D. Robert Hardy will be awarding a $20 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. 

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