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Some yesterdays can kill your tomorrow….
She’s a millennial, living a quiet, unassuming life in small town, Idaho. As far as the government knows, she owns nothing. The house is not hers. It belongs to the government. The name on her driver’s license barely registers when a customer calls her. And why should it? It’s not hers either. Most days she feels dead—inside and out.
Then a new neighbor moves into the house next door. He looks as if he carries the whole world on his shoulders and seldom lifts his head. His boring gray sedan sits in the driveway. His windows are heavily shuttered. There are no deliveries to his house. At least none that she'd seen. Then again, she's long lost her perspective on what is normal, what is ordinary and what is dangerous. Still, being reclusive shouldn't mean he's a serial killer. She decides to be neighborly and invites him over. And suddenly, she’s staring at her living room wall, freshly ripped with bullets. And just like that, the past she thought dead-and-buried, comes looking for her. It reaches after her with claws that mean to rip and shred, whatever life she’s managed to patch together.
To run means to be hunted again. To stay…is not an option.
History at your fingertips can be a dangerous thing...
Gia was sixteen years old when a terrifying jumble of images invaded her head. The swirl of lives lived was horrifying and fascinating at once. The former made her conceal her gift with education. She became a student of history—forensic reconstructive specialist. It was the only way she could let her talent drive her hands—to recreate images of those who lived, loved and lost their lives thousands of years ago. The latter made her accept a dangerous consulting job in Greece.
It sounded simple: Reconstruct skulls of three plane crash victims. Positive identification was needed for insurance purposes. A tragic, but seemingly routine job of identification. Except her extraordinary abilities show her it’s anything but…and suddenly Dr. Gianna Pontiac finds herself poised over a cliff…and feels a hand at her back that’s about to push her over.
When a signature has the power to start a galactic war….
Parv Zarinth learned early in life that if he wanted to defy his father, he’d have to do it from somewhere half-way across the galaxy. He does his best on Hettamir to represent his father’s interests. He steers away from any conflict that may threaten the family business which translates into galactic empire.
Hettamir is a world with no other than hospitality industry. It’s a pleasure to do business on Hettamir, in every sense of the word. And Parv has been mixing business with pleasure for five years now, flying under the radar of his tyrannical father. The business is to expand his father’s business empire. The pleasure has a name: Arun Dyem. She is as beautiful as she is crafty, having risen from the ranks of sex industry to lead her people in a ‘velvet’ revolt.
As the champion of her people’s rights and freedom, she is relentless in lobbying the Galactic Confederation for a treaty that will bring Hettamir protection. It is the last thing the warlords of New Hebrides want.
Parv watches the preparations for the grand event, even as he tries to shake off the feeling that something…or everything is going to go wrong. He finally has what he’s always wanted—a woman he loves and means to keep. She is his whole life, his destiny. And he will fight to his last breath to hold on to his future….
The more you back away from a conflict, the closer you're getting to war....
She’s many things. A foundling, a princess, the last of her line, the first of the nameless order. She’s an orphan and grew up in a jungle. She’s homeless because a royal palace doesn’t fit. She’s trained to be a crack trooper, but she’s an even better friend. You could spend eternity reading a list of what she is. What she’s not, is an average human. After all, she was brought up by hundreds of mothers…and they’re all frontier gods.
An unsolved murder of a small-town teacher is only the beginning….
Some crimes are inexplicable and defy reason. John Salton doesn’t believe that. As a veteran FBI agent and profiler, he maintains that there is a motive and a reason for every crime…until the unthinkable hits home. Three years after his artist-wife picked up and lit an acetylene torch and approached her two-year old, the father still can’t deal with the horrible memory. It might be the reason why he fashions an outlandish theory for what really happened to his family.
There is no category in the FBI database for ‘murder-by-proxy,’ much less a murder by invisible intruder. However, when a series of senseless and bizarre murders ripples the coast of California with more fury than an earthquake, Agent Salton’s far-out theory is about to be put to the test.
This futuristic crime suspense story will take you on a thrilling and exciting journey of the rapidly encroaching and not-so-far-fetched future.
It’s not yet time to exhale….
A child that should not have been born in the Rimworlds, is hidden behind the impenetrable wall that screens the dominion of frontier gods from the tribal factions. Shortly before they were slaughtered by New Hebrides pirates, baby’s parents named her Miranda. She is the hereditary princess of Bollidor, and a Duchess on her father’s side. But the little girl doesn’t know any of this. Her caretakers named her Kitaya. It is a name that fits the frontier—primitive, raw and savage. Yet it fits her far better than those other aristocratic titles of the DeWynter Dynasty.
The blockade of the passage to the Rimworlds lasts thirteen years. Then finally, the Confederation manages to push the pirates back to their region in New Hebrides. And Admiral DeWynter, who had buried the mother part of herself for many years, allows it to surface. She sends a single ship through the newly liberated passage. The captain has orders to ascertain what happened to Commander Daniel DeWynter and his wife. There is little hope that any of the Allied personnel stationed on Synoor at the time of the attack, survived.
Kitaya’s caretakers would prefer to keep her on Synoor. It’s the only home she’s ever known. However, something so extraordinary happens that the frontier gods have no choice but to return the child to those who came to look for her parents.
Keenly aware that they are releasing someone who should have never existed to join the human ranks, the frontier gods worry they may have doomed galactic humanity. The only consolation they have is that when risks seem to outweigh the benefits, the Universe seeks to re-balance itself. Because somewhere on the other end of the galaxy, another little girl stands on the lip of a horrendous crater, trying to understand the nature of the tragedy that orphaned her at such a young age. And this little girl understands the meaning of revenge only too well....
A killer is leaving a trail of bodies all over Chicago and each one is a puzzle piece….
Carly wasn’t ready to deal with betrayal when it came. And there was no one there to offer a hand to help her get back up. Her ex used that weakness to convince the judge that she was an unfit mother. It wasn’t all about child support. It was malice, pure and simple. One part of her however, didn’t fracture. The one that wore a badge and swore to protect citizens of Chicago from all perils, foreign and domestic.
That part will always function at its peak efficiency. Especially when detective-sergeant Carolyn Osych is called in the middle of the night, to the site of yet another bizarre and disturbing murder. Five pounds of flesh has been vaporized from a man’s chest. Basically, his chest has been cored. The wound has been cauterized. She can see right through the hole the gravel that covers the parking lot. She knows that a lot of grueling work lies ahead.
What she doesn’t know is that the victim lying on the cold ground, is just the first in a long, terrifying string of bodies killed the same way. And that the killer will stop at nothing until he finds the right victim.
Battle for the Rimworlds is just beginning...with one man
Daniel DeWynter is unlike any of the arrogant, brash DeWynter star-lords carving the galaxy with their glory. Perhaps because sixteen years ago, he witnessed first-hand, treachery and betrayal that saw thousands of innocent lives perish in the explosion of the Lynwarren Trading Station, he tends to look at any situation with humanitarian eyes. He is a soldier, just as his family traditions dictate, but he can also fill the role of a diplomat. As such he has the skill to assess a situation well before he walks into it. When his formidable star-warrior mother, Admiral DeWynter, sends him on a mission to the Rimworlds, he’s asked to be neither. What he is asked, makes him uncomfortable—and fills him with a strange sense of foreboding.
A frontier world like Synoor sees all kinds of traffic; a confederate spy would hardly stand out. That’s the way Admiral DeWynter reasoned when she sent her only son to Synoor, to evaluate the world’s economic potential—and to spy on Regent Banoran. The moment Daniel DeWynter’s foot touches the dusty landing strip on the edge of the jungle, he feels he’s walked into a trap.
Days later, the rumors of invasion take on an ominous cast. As a soldier he could deal with the treacherous regent and his buddies, the pirates of New Hebrides. But he can’t deal with the possibility of losing the one person who is the star of his life—his wife who walks beside him, unaware that they may well be heading for execution.
When a gun fails to do the job…pick up another tool….
Carter is a man who lives for his work. The more dangerous, the better. He’s the one that Special Agent Vernon Saunders calls, when he needs a precision tool to remove what threatens the security of the citizens. He’s the one he sends to have a chat with US diplomats overseas, about alarming developments in their part of the world.
Then suddenly, those alarming developments move stateside. The vicious riots are sweeping the country. They have no source, no reason, no focus. They just erupt spontaneously and leave streets littered with bodies.
Like always, Carter picks up a gun. Then intelligence gathered overseas sends him on a strange quest to Montana. And there someone who Carter thinks is plain crazy, suggests that he puts down his gun…and picks up a book
From the US shores to London, France and Spain, death stalks Stella and Carter as they follow the Peacetaker's bloody trail....
When Blue Moon heralds the arrival of something not of this world….and all the problems fall on your shoulders
And someone’s survival depends on finding that one mysterious artifact that will lift a curse…
And retribution proves to be a two-edged sword, that's hard to escape when it comes after you….
They have been hiding in plain sight for thousands of years. You just have to see through them…through their avatars.
Some are predatory, others visionary. And then there are those like Niven, who comes from a long line of guardians. But, no matter what the species, no matter how well they managed to survive on Earth, their ranks are dwindling. Many believe their collective racial diversity is on the brink of extinction. And then there are few of those who believe the answer to all their problems lies in the stars—and that’s where they should return, to their respective home worlds. And like all great plans, this one calls for a sacrifice that one of the stranded explorers is all too willing to make. Some would call it heroic. But others, like those whose world has hosted the cosmic visitors for millennia would have a different name for it—Armageddon.