October 26, 2021

New Release - The Monarch Mission Files: Takedown (Bk3) #SFR

 Book 3 is here!!

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Trevor Nash has one mission: to destroy the One Race Project, and in doing so save the last of Juniper’s enhanced siblings. In order to do both, he must set aside his growing feelings for Mari and maintain his focus.

Mari Yosoto is determined to live again and come out of hiding. Nothing will stop her and Trevor from taking down the Project once they reach Mars. Getting there is the easy part. Trying to strengthen their relationship is more complicated.

Then the Project attacks them on their way to Mars, severely damaging both the ship and the Monarch crew. However, they refuse to give up and with the help of some friends and advanced EarthCorps tech, the team tracks the Project to an old Mars Base.

Trevor and Mari set everything else aside and head into the fight, regardless of the consequences, aware this is their last chance to stop the Project permanently and be together.

If they both survive…

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October 2, 2021

#Free SciFi #Romance - through 10/5!

 Grab The Monarch Mission Files: Conspiracy for FREE!!

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Mari Yosoto has been keeping a dark and dangerous secret from everyone for the past three years. No one would believe her anyway, her ex-fiancĂ© had seen to that. Instead of wallowing in misery, she stays busy, shuttling cargo to the Moon and back, enjoying the easy work and time alone. An old EarthCorps acquaintance asks for her help, and Mari can’t say no, even if it means working with the ex’s former best friend. 

Although Trevor Nash took the missing person’s job to help his former commanding officer, deep down he needed to see Mari again. After trying and failing to find out what happened to her, Trevor makes the best of an odd situation, hoping he can remind Mari of their budding friendship and finally get some answers. When the mission goes sideways and they find the not-so-missing girl, a centuries-old conspiracy theory comes to light and the only thing more unfathomable is learning Mari’s secret. 

Together with their newly formed ragtag team, Mari and Trevor team up and undertake a mission unlike anything either of them has faced before with life-altering and possibly deadly consequences.


September 21, 2021

Cover Reveal - Check out my new #SFR coming this October!!

 Cover and Blurb for the third and final Monarch Mission Files book!

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Trevor Nash has one mission: to destroy the One Race Project, and in doing so save the last of Juniper’s enhanced siblings. In order to do both, he must set aside his growing feelings for Mari and maintain his focus. 

Mari Yosoto is determined to live again and come out of hiding. Nothing will stop her and Trevor from taking down the Project once they reach Mars. Getting there is the easy part. Trying to strengthen their relationship is more complicated.

Then the Project attacks them on their way to Mars, severely damaging both the ship and the Monarch crew. However, they refuse to give up and with the help of some friends and advanced EarthCorps tech, the team tracks the Project to an old Mars Base. 

Trevor and Mari set everything else aside and head into the fight, regardless of the consequences, aware this is their last chance to stop the Project permanently and be together. 

If they both survive…

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September 13, 2021

#NewRelease from @jefrouner!! #Horror



Check out this New Release from Jef Rouner!

"A song that turns people into maniacs, a terrified street where only one child is allowed to trick ‘r treat, a broken man who is slowly turning into a Christmas tree, or a ghost with no home left to haunt. These are strange and frightening things, and the words needed to describe them must be stranger and more frightening still because who knows when such horrors might show up at your own door… 

Here are fourteen new stories of the unsettling and weird from Jef Rouner (The Rook Circle), eight of which have never been published before. Presented with an intent for teaching people new ways to talk about the most monstrous of circumstances, the collection mixes empathy with the macabre to create a new, dark language. Prepare to define terror."

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August 13, 2021

New Release from @TSHottle! #Military #SciFi


Life on Amargosa was supposed to be quiet for Cui Yun, better known by her call sign Suicide. 

But when a baby is dropped on her doorstep, the mother's disappearance leads her across the galaxy to a world of Neanderthals, a  devoted colony that worships Marilyn Monroe as a goddess, and a planet still in a post-apocalypse and rife with monster plants. 

She and her protege will find themselves above the galactic plain facing down an enemy that wants control of human evolution itself.

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Excerpt:

The squat two-story shuttle surprised Suicide as it approached. Short, with a wide lower fuselage, it normally invoked fear in enemy troops. It meant another such craft had already disgorged a squad of Marines from orbit, and Navy or Border Guard Spec Force troopers waited inside to come swarming out. She knew. She had flown one of these during the liberation. The Gelt remaining on Amargosa had told her they did not like that many had been converted to civilian use.

She expected her visitor, however, to arrive by barrow, a ground vehicle favored by most of Amargosa’s rural inhabitants with two wheels in the front, a pair of treads in the back, and a long open bed behind the cab. Her friend had commandeered a military one for himself when the occupation ended, calling it, as so many of the liberators, resistance fighters, and stranded Gelt did, compensation for the war.

He normally came by barrow, the farm vehicle bouncing along the still-unpaved roads north of the Townships. That, or he would come by foot if he were in the Townships themselves. The shuttle, a type dubbed a “Falcon” by the Navy, told her he had been in one of the cities. Which meant he had been called to duty.

The Falcon bore the markings of the Amargosan Colonial Guard. Only lettering on the craft’s belly, “Property of Compact Navy,” gave any hint that it actually belonged to the Compact proper, not Amargosa. After two years, Suicide still did not know if she lived in the Compact or not. That civilian Gelt remained on the planet after their kind had trampled it for a year still surprised her, never mind Amargosa’s status in political limbo.

The craft settled in a wide section of thin, dry grass, its antigravs and maneuvering jets kicking up dust. Given the fuel a planetary hop would take, Suicide guessed her friend had been in the capital or had been shuttling to and from the surface. So much for bot wrangling.

The assault hatch fell open in the back, becoming a ramp as it lowered to the ground. Instead of a dozen hyped-up soldiers with KR-27 rifles lit up and racked, a single euro male strolled out wearing a civilian flight suit.

So, he’s Amargosa this time¸ she thought, not Navy. And not Hanar. This last, a polity started almost as an apology for a Gelt invasion elsewhere, had been making overtures to Amargosa to join with them. She had seen her friend in their uniform and in that of the Compact Navy since they both “retired” to this place.

He had been busy, a couple of days’ stubble on his chin, his already messy hair ruffled by wind, and matted with sweat. He had bags under his eyes, but he also walked with a bounce Suicide envied. Even rejuve could not restore that spring people had in their step before their twenty-fifth birthdays. Aging may have been stalled, even reversed in some cases, but it still took its toll in certain ways, just to remind humans that amortal still meant mortal.

Her friend needed rejuve. Never mind that he would not turn twenty for a few more months. The war and its aftereffects had changed him. The illusion of greater age that had served him as a ruse in his younger days now displayed the weight the occupation still had on him. He walked like a man whose burdens refused to leave.

“I came as soon as I heard,” he said. “Mom.” He winked.

The word “mom” brought a smile to her face, despite herself. Yes, it was a joke between them, but the word struck a nerve with her every time. This man was her son, if only by choice, and with no legal declaration. “JT, if I were your mother, you would have been spanked as a child.”

He took a pair of shades out of his breast pocket and put them on. The name “Lt. J.T. Austin” stood out on the pocket. “I’m glad I was never spanked until I was an adult.” He frowned. “Not that I’ve had much opportunity these days. You heard?”

“Governor Best? Yes.” She gestured toward the Falcon, the name Goldeneye stenciled on the side. “Yours?”

“The Colony’s,” said Austin. “Been flying over the pole the last couple of days, trying to rally some lycanth packs in case very bad things go down, and we’re on our own again.”

“What about our gray friends?” she said, referring to the Gelt. “Nervous? Hopeful?”

“They’re a bunch of scared settlers brought here against their will,” said Austin. “They’re just happy we’re not shooting them, and the lycanths aren’t trying to eat them. Well, the intelligent ones. We all need a shotgun and several boxes of shells to hold off the wild ones.” He glanced toward the hut. “You said you needed me. I flew straight here from my last run instead of to the farm. What’s happened?”

As if on cue, a baby’s cry sounded from the hut.

“Oh,” said Austin. “Well, that’s…”

“You know what the best part about considering you my son is?” said Suicide.

He gave her a half-smile. “It’s not real, and I was practically an adult when we met?” He gestured toward the house. “Lead the way.”