Friday, June 29, 2018

Mischief and Mayhem Blurb Blitz

Welcome to Mayhem, Minnesota, home of the Knitty Kitty, The Little Slice of Heaven Pie Shop, and O’Halloran’s Pub—owned by the four young women known as The Whiskey Sisters.

In the wake of her divorce, Jameson O’Halloran has gone man-vegan. And this is one diet she’s determined to stick with. Even when her long-lost ex-brother-in-law shows up looking like two scoops of double dutch dipped in chocolate… She’s not giving in. Been there and still wearing the messy T-shirt.

It’s been a decade since Scott Clarke left his family and his hometown, never to return. But when tragedy strikes, he finds himself dragged back to the land of gossip, judgment, and the one woman he absolutely, positively, without a doubt can never have. His brother’s ex is off-limits. He just needs to keep repeating that to himself until it sinks in.

The shelf is a little too high for my short self, and I’m only able to brush the dishes with my fingertips.

“Oh, here, let me help you with that…”

Before I can object, he’s standing behind me, reaching over me to get the dishes. For a brief second, his front is pressed against my back. His broad, muscled, perfectly sculpted front. I feel a wave of unwelcome warmth beginning under my collar and creeping up my neck.

“Thanks…” I murmur awkwardly, keeping my back to him for a moment longer in an attempt to quash my blush.

 “Okay. I’m just going to grab a shower before my brother gets here, if you don’t mind.”

“Nope. Not at all,” I say quickly. “You go right ahead.”

Once he disappears around the corner, I silently smack my palm to my forehead.

What was that, Jameson? Why the blush? He’s just your ex-husband’s brother, that’s all. This is insane. I’ve got to stop this childish behavior. No. More. Men. Remember? No thinking about men. No looking at men. No fantasizing about men.

Especially not that man!

I’m still shaking my head and silently berating myself when I hear him behind me.

“Hey, Jameson, do you happen to know if my dad keeps an extra toothbrush around? I dropped mine in the toilet and…”

I don’t hear the end of his sentence because, when I turn to face him, I suddenly can’t hear anything. I’m too entranced by the sight of him wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.

Oh, crap, oh crap, oh crap… I am in so much trouble here. No men. No men. No men… I repeat the mantra over and over again in my head, but clearly the rest of my body isn’t getting the memo.

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L.E. Rico didn’t set out to be an author. In fact she’s made a name for herself as a classical music radio host—doing her best to make the music and the composers relevant by putting them into a modern context. It was just a few years ago that she discovered a passion for writing that blossomed into an entire novel. And then another. And another. And, while she still spends plenty of time on the radio, telling the stories of the great composers, she spends even more time composing her own great stories.

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Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Undercurrents in Time Excerpt Tour

What if time travel proved you were meant to be together? Sometimes the very things that bond two people can drive a wedge between them. Tabitha and Milt have been through a lot together, but they find themselves pulled in very different ways.

Tabitha longs for a getaway, while Milt is busy with his responsibilities. She embarks on an unplanned journey. With this attempt to pull herself out of the rut, how will she handle the unknown dangers she faces and return her life to normal?

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Other images flooded into Tabitha’s mind.  The electronics shop; was that what it was called?  The device that told her where her brother was in 2047.  She shuddered, then remembered her parents’ memorial.  Brandon.  The woman with a cat’s paw.   Milt putting his hair up to not look so much like himself.  Milt, her “partner in crime”.  How that last excursion had brought them together, breaking so many rules, trying to right their own wrongs, being powerless to do so.  Time travel really was dangerous.

And yet, the Envo was parked in their garage.  Only one room away, a portal to another time.  How easily she could just hop in and escape to a whole new world.

Her body felt weary, but her mind would not stop.  She heard a stirring on the monitor and then the familiar cries.  She jerked as if to get up, but her legs stayed firmly in place.  Milt came to the door.  It was close to midnight.

“Tabitha, are you awake?  Should I just give him formula?  Or I could bring him to you.”

“Yeah, okay.”

A moment later the door opened and Milt handed her Peter.  He then sat down beside her, and lay back.

“I’ve been thinking we should get away, maybe the first weekend in January.”

“I’d LOVE to get away,” she responded.  Peter was getting fussy again.

Talking over his shoulder, he left the room.   “Let me double check my calendar.  Oh wait, there’s an inventor’s convention at the end of January.  Shoot!  We’ll have to make it February. ” He came back in.

“Hmmm. ‘Shoot.’  I’m thinking of a stronger word.”

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Author Pamela Schloesser Canepa had a childhood full of travel and moving, fueling her writing of poems and stories as a child to provide entertainment for long trips. When her family settled in the southeast, writing provided an outlet for private thoughts and emotions for years, until she decided to self-publish fiction in 2016. Pamela's genres include science fiction, paranormal fiction, and poetry of all types. The "Made for Me" series was Pamela's first published fiction series with a futuristic flavor. Pamela plans to continue to write a spinoff with one of the characters in “Undercurrents in Time,” and her next project is another installment in the “Made for Me” series.

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Tuesday, June 26, 2018

Love for Sale/Morgan D'Arcy: A Vampyre Rhapsody NBtM

Love For Sale:
March Morgan still believes in true love, but her faith in finding her soul mate is slowly vanishing. She’s been married but never in love. So, it is a miracle to find that fantasy exists on the last page of a glossy women’s journal. Mayfair Electronics, Ltd., in black and white, offers Love for Sale. The London firm has engineered sentient androids indistinguishable from humans. She flies to England and meets the man she has been searching for her entire life.

Christian requires no programming to love March at first sight. He’s handsome, cultured…absolutely perfect…and a little different from the other androids. He has an unexpected independent streak. March signs on the dotted line, buying her dream man. They return to Houston, but soon her past and his future threaten their Happily Ever After—indeed their lives.

Morgan D’Arcy: A Vampyre Rhapsody
The greatest enemy of a vampire is boredom. Four centuries of existence have taught Lord Morgan Gabriel D'Arcy to fear nothing and no one.  Humans and their weapons have little chance against his preternatural speed and arcane powers. Vampires are viral mutations of human DNA. Still, the Vampyre code requires secrecy, and he has learned to hide his nature from the world. The lure of mortality, of a life in the sun, puts Morgan again and again at the mercy of calculating human women though they fail to consider his charm and determination into the equation. However, even grooming a future bride from infancy proves to be fraught with heartbreak. And second chances are not always what they seem unless... you are Morgan. Immortality and beauty, aren’t they grand?

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Motionless, she watched the parade of beauty, but none of them struck the special chord that would make her heart sing. These men—androids—can be customized, March reminded herself.  Still, it took more than looks to make her fall in love.

Then he strode through the door, and her heart did a double back flip. She inhaled a soft gasp.  He was perfect, no customization needed.  The only programming required was a sense of humor and an intense libido.  Lord, she wanted to touch him, run her fingers through his hair and kiss that luscious mouth.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”  His voice defined musical and played that special chord she’d dreamed of.  “I was on the phone.”

The Special Editions had gathered around her.  The auburn haired woman whispered a laugh.  “Is there any need for more than one introduction, Ms. Morgan?”

That someone was speaking barely registered.  March didn’t respond.  She was speechless and couldn’t peel her gaze off the most beautiful man she’d ever seen.  His eyes were crystalline blue, his hair wheat colored.  She’d wanted sparks.  She’d gotten fireworks!  No way in hell was she leaving London without him.

Spellbound, March was drawn one step toward perfection, her willful eyes traveling over his body, pausing at his zipper, sliding down his long legs.  The wasted years looped through her memory, regret stinging her eyes.

Melissa squeezed her hand.  “Ah, you like our blond.”  She beckoned.  “Come, Christian.”

In tight jeans and a tux jacket with plaid cummerbund and bow tie, her dream man paused in the light of a crystal and gold chandelier.  His shoulder-length hair shone like silk.  Mischief sparkled in his eyes.  Full lips parted on a smile, his teeth white and even.  March loved a beautiful smile, and everything inside her melted.

Linda, thanks so much for stopping by. Tell us a little about yourself.
How did you get started writing? I wrote short stories and poetry as a teen—dark and angsty stuff—but received some harsh criticism from an editor at the local newspaper and put down my pen for 20 years. I started again during the ‘great vampire revolution’ in the early 90s which saw the emergence of sexy, svelte vampires rather than the horrible Nosferatu type.  My first book Sinners’ Opera was 1000 pages, but of course when I began submitting it, it had to be cut dramatically.  I loved the hero and followed him everywhere!

What was the inspiration for your book?
Since this tour is actually two books, I’ll have to answer twice.

Morgan D’Arcy: A Vampyre Rhapsody is an anthology of short stories about the hero from Sinners’ Opera. As I said, I loved Morgan and wrote lots and lots about him. He is an English lord, a concert pianist and a vampire.   The inspiration for Sinners’ Opera was the new vampire in romance. In 1992, Morgan won the Georgia Romance Writers Magnolia Award with Cardinal Desires.

Contrary to what my editor for Love For Sale asked, the human-life androids the Japanese are testing were not the inspiration for LFS.  It began life long before the robots hit the news.  The real inspiration was the wonderful Silver Metal Lover by Tanith Lee.  I have loved this book since I was a young woman and love it still.  Check it and its sequel Metallic Lover out. Many moons ago, Love for Sale won first in a short story contest with the Houston Writers Guild.

What’s a genre you haven’t written in yet that you’d like to?
I write pretty much across the genres—whatever strikes my fancy at the time—and this question is hard to answer—until my Muse takes flight again. Currently, I am working on a prequel to Sinners Opera’.

Are there any genres you won’t read or write in? 
I wish I could enjoy Horror, but I can’t.  I wrote one horror story for Halloween but as horror goes it’s mild.

What are you up to now?
As I said, I’m working on the prequel to SO and have approx..100 pages.  The rights to Sinners’ Opera reverted to me in May, and I sent it to my editor at The Wild Rose Press.  I hope she likes it as much as I liked writing it. I don’t have any new releases coming up.  My latest book is Gylded Wings, a dark fantasy about a fallen angel’s quest to find his true destiny.

Alright, now for some random, fun questions. Favorite color? 
Depending on the day and what the color is on.  I like the different shades of pink.

Favorite movie?     
Tough question.  The Libertine.  Johnny Depp delivers this fantastic monologue that I wish I’d written.

Book that inspired you to become an author? 
Silver Metal Lover by Tanith Lee

You have one superpower. What is it?  

You can have dinner with any 3 people, dead, alive, fictitious, etc. Who are they?
Edward VIII, Charles II and Morgan D’Arcy, the hero I created and fell in love with.  haha

Last question: Which of your characters are you most like and how/why?
There are bits of me in each of my characters.  I’d like to think I was like Isabeau, Morgan’s love interest in Morgan D’Arcy: A Vampyre Rhapsody.

That’s all from me, thanks for taking the time to stop by!
Thank you for letting me be your guest.  I enjoyed my visit!

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Born in South Carolina, Linda has lived in England, Canada, Miami, Ft. Lauderdale, Atlanta and Houston.  She’s seen a lot of this country from the windshield of a truck pulling a horse trailer, having bred, trained and showed Andalusian horses for many years.

Linda has won several writing awards, including the Georgia Romance Writers Magnolia Award and the SARA Merritt.  She retired from a career as a retired legal assistant, just joined the Houston BMW Club, and the stars in her crown—two wonderful sons. In a former life, she must have had to walk everywhere because today she is into transportation with fine taste in expensive horses and hot cars! She likes to dress up and host formal dinner parties.

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Fearing her “gifts” will be used to defeat her sister Matilda, Elspeth escapes the Black Mountain priory that has sheltered them since their father's death, only to find herself indebted to, of all men, a Scotsman, whose loyalties are in question...

“What’s wrong, Malcom?”

Peering back at the donjon, Malcom pulled Elspeth toward Merry Bells, rueful that he would be putting his faithful horse back on the run. “I’ll explain when we’re away.”

“Malcom! You are frightening me!”

“I’ll explain everything when we’re gone,” he said again.

She tried to free her hand from his. “My dress!” she protested. “It was a gift.”

“There’s a coffer full of rich gowns at home that belonged to my grandmother. You may do with them what you will, and if they do not please you, I will buy you a hundred more.”

Still, she struggled to free herself. “But your silver, your hauberk, your blade?”

“I have plenty of silver,” Malcom reassured, refusing to release her. “My armorer will fashion me another. And it was an old dirk; I’ll get myself another.”

“It was not an old dirk,” she argued. “Tis shiny and new and bears the sigil of your house!”

“Our house,” he reminded her. “What is mine is also yours.”

“Wait!” She gasped, sounding alarmed. “My Llanthony tunic, Malcom! We cannot leave it here, or he’ll know.”

They reached Merry Bells and even before he lifted her up to put her on the horse, he untied Merry Bells from the post. Then he grasped Elspeth about the waist and set her atop his saddle, praying Merry Bells was up to the challenge.

“’Tis like he already knows,” he told her. “You must trust me,” he demanded. “As I trusted you.”

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Tanya Anne Crosby is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of thirty novels. She has been featured in magazines, such as People, Romantic Times and Publisher's Weekly, and her books have been translated into eight languages. Her first novel was published in 1992 by Avon Books, where Tanya was hailed as "one of Avon's fastest rising stars." Her fourth book was chosen to launch the company's Avon Romantic Treasure imprint.

Known for stories charged with emotion and humor and filled with flawed characters Tanya is an award-winning author, journalist, and editor, and her novels have garnered reader praise and glowing critical reviews. She and her writer husband split their time between Charleston, SC, where she was raised, and northern Michigan, where the couple make their home.

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Monday, June 25, 2018

Daughter of Madness NBtM

Liana has lost much to Herka's manipulations, though nothing so precious as her sanity. Emerging from her madness, she finds the world changed - her body wasted, her son gone, and her kingdom still beyond her reach. Only the fires of vengeance remain, and she will build the flames high.

DAUGHTER OF MADNESS tells the story of a princess and her twin, a soldier and his king, and an oracle who is more than she seems.

He remembered the moment that the curse had claimed him.

The king sat in the garden, and the moon shone down. There was a phantom caress on his skin, an ice cold hand.

Darkness bloomed in his blood.

He remembered the moment, over and over, the darkness rising, rising, swamping him.

There was terror there, but for the king it was an old terror. He had lived with the darkness now for a timeless time, and in the darkness he was sheltered. He remembered nothing. He was nothing. That was good, for the man that had been a king sensed that he had failed, that he had hurt. The world beyond the darkness was made of nothing that he wanted to see again.

But no night could last forever.

The man who had been Alexander came back to himself in blood.

Amanda, thanks so much for stopping by. Tell us a little about yourself.
Hi! Thanks for having me! Let’s see...I am a writer, obviously, and so far all of my published books are fantasy, one contemporary standalone and two epic fantasy novels within the same series. When I’m not writing I like to go hiking, biking, or kayaking. I also do aerial silks, which is an odd thing I haven’t mentioned before in my interviews on this tour. I like to try to stay active. Of course I read a whole lot, and I garden, and I love to cook when I get the time and energy.

How did you get started writing?
I’ve pretty much always been writing. I think it got into my blood early. My earliest pieces were poems, which I started scribbling down in elementary school. I always wanted to write fiction but I don’t think I had the real push to finish anything until I hit college.

What was the inspiration for your book?
Daughter of Madness is the sequel to my previous release, Mother of Creation. I wrote the first book around the time I graduated from undergrad. It was a bit of a shock - I graduated into the recession so I had a hard time for a year or two figuring out who I was and what compromises I could make given the economy. I wanted to explore that with my characters in this series, but in a very different way. In the first book, the path that Liana and Liander are on falls out from under them and they have to try to rebuild their identities with varying levels of success. Everyone goes through that at some point in their life, I think. My experience was obviously far less traumatic.

What’s a genre you haven’t written in yet that you’d like to?
I am heavily dabbling in science fiction right now. I’ve finished a few short stories set in space, and I hope to be working in a near future dystopia once I finish drafting the last book of the Creation Saga. We’ll see. I’m also considering a horror story that I’ve been outlining and I’m pretty partial to - more on the gothic side of things than on the slasher side of things. Basically my appetites are varied.

Are there any genres you won’t read or write in? Why?
I don’t read a lot of horror with graphic violence in it, though I will read it if the hook catches me. I appreciate it, but I get too caught up in it and it disturbs me too much. I do enjoy comedy that subverts horror tropes, and I like fantasy and science fiction with an element of the horrific in it, obviously. So it really is dependent on the individual work, but as a general rule the deeper into the horror genre something is the less likely I am to read it.

What are you up to now? Do you have any releases planned, or are you still writing?
I am still writing at this juncture. I’m always writing. I did finish a novella recently that I’m shopping around, but we’ll see on that. In terms of current projects, I am working on the sequel to this book, of course, and as mentioned I’m also outlining a couple of other ideas I plan to jump into very soon. I usually end up writing one big project and a couple of smaller projects at the same time as a way to take a break and let my ideas on the bigger project recharge.

Alright, now for some random, fun questions. Favorite color?
This is actually really hard! It depends, but usually it’s either green or blue, depending on my mood. I do tend to like golds and greys though.

Favorite movie?
Also really hard! I love so many movies for so many different reasons but my favorite movie is probably Practical Magic. I’d follow that with Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind or Castle in the Sky - basically I love anything Miyazaki. And as for recent movies, I’m really partial to Blade Runner 2049, Villanueve as a director is absolutely inspiring. I loved Arrival, also. Really I could go on about movies forever.

Book that inspired you to become an author?
I don’t know if there’s any one book that inspired me. Probably the earliest fantasy book that I read - or more accurately, that was read to me - was The Hobbit, followed by The Chronicles of Narnia. Really there were a lot of formative reads, this is another one I could go on forever about. A lot of amazing female authors, too - Tamora Pierce, Mercedes Lackey, Martha Wells, to list a few.

You have one superpower. What is it?
I would like to be able to pause time but not age. So like I could pause time, read a bunch of books, and then start time up again but not get any older. I love to read but I also hate to miss things. A time-turner or similar technology has never answered the aging question for me though - by my understanding, Hermione should be a year older than Harry and Ron by the end of Prisoner of Azkaban. That disturbs me fundamentally. You would out-age your family and friends and that seems very not cool.

You can have dinner with any 3 people, dead, alive, fictitious, etc. Who are they?
I’m going to go with the Dali Lama, Walt Whitman, and Ursula Vernon, since she’s one of my favorite authors I haven’t met yet and I’m sure we could have a great conversation about native plants.

Last question: Which of your characters are you most like and how/why?
Eek! I feel like I’m tattling on myself with this. I actually don’t know if I write characters I would consider “like” me in some ways. I mean I definitely commiserate with all of them, that’s the author’s job, but I don’t know that any of us have similar interests really, or even similar moral codes always. I guess in terms of the last one the closest would be Syria, or at least I like to think so. I may be giving myself too much credit, though.

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Amanda J. McGee is fantasy author living in Southwest Virginia with the love of her life and two cats. She likes baking, gardening, and flights of fancy. You can find out more about her books and her blog at

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Friday, June 22, 2018

Shenanigans Excerpt Tour

Kandi Cain inherited her Dr. Doolittle abilities from her grandmother and became a psychic pet detective. To her dismay, she just acquired the power to communicate with the spirit world, but dead people give her the willies.

Just when Kandi thought her life couldn’t get more complicated, the neighbor from hell moved in next door. The nasty guy’s name is Dutch Callaghan. How can someone so gorgeous be such a dick? Kandi could chalk some of it up to his job. Dutch is a Phoenix PD homicide cop.

Kandi’s current case is rescuing a Yorkie from a brutal dog fighting ring. Little does she know her dog napping suspect is involved in a series of brutal murders. Disguised as an elderly nun, Kandi rescues the Yorkie and, in the process, blows the hell out of Dutch’s undercover operation.

Kandi now finds herself a person of interest in her client’s murder and her sexy-as-hell, pain-in-the-butt neighbor is in hot pursuit of the Ninja Nun. Is Dutch about to slap the cuffs on? Only time will tell.

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I bolted from the warehouse and ran over to the Impala. Hot dang! The keys were in the ignition. Crap. Would I be interfering with a police investigation, if I borrowed it?

“No matter how long it takes, I will find you, Sister,” Dutch roared from inside the warehouse.

Shit! Instead of going after Tomas, he was coming after me. Dutch’s priorities were screwed all to hell.

I jumped in and started the Impala up. The front end hopped up and down. I found a remote control and punched a button. The rear end hopped up and down. I tried the bottom button. The car rocked back and forth.

Oh, dear God, this could only happen to me. I hit another button. The rocking stopped.

Blowing out a breath of relief, I put the Impala in gear and drove off. The front end abruptly bobbed up and down like some demented rabbit. “Fuck!” I pogoed down the alley.

Tinkerbell wiggled out of my pocket and yapped.

“Yes. I know we’re in trouble.”

She barked frantically.

“No, the mean doggies won’t eat us. When she yapped again, I added. “Or the birdies.”

Tinkerbell looked out the window and yipped and yipped.

“You are not seasick.”

She growled.

“No. I’m not calling you a liar, but have you ever been on a boat?”


“Lose the attitude. I just risked my life to save you. Show some gratitude.”

Tinkerbell bared her teeth.

I rolled my eyes. “Do you want to end up in doggie jail? Cause, if I get caught, that’s exactly where you’ll go.”


“Didn’t think so.”

The sirens got closer and closer. It sounded like every cop in the city was responding. There was no way I could outrun them. I needed to ditch the car and the habit. I pulled into the rear parking lot of a convenience market.

Tinkerbell barked a warning.

“Are you shittin’ me?” I looked down the alley. Sure enough, Dutch was running after us. Persistent bugger.

The little Yorkie let out a series of yaps.

“You’re right, he does look like he wants to kill us.”  I shot out of the car and quickly picked the lock on the backdoor of the store. “You coming?”

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I was a 9-1-1 dispatcher for the Glendale Police Department and to keep from going totally bonkers – I mean people have no idea what a real emergency is. Take this for example: I answered, “9-1-1 emergency, what’s your emergency?” And this hysterical woman yelled, “My bird is in a tree.” Sometimes I really couldn’t help myself, so I said, “Birds have a tendency to do that, ma’am.” The woman screeched, “No! You don’t understand. My pet parakeet is in the tree. I’ve just got to get him down.” Like I said, not a clue. “I’m sorry ma’am but we don’t get birds out of trees.” The woman then cried, “But… What about my husband? He’s up there, too.” See what I had to deal with? To keep from hitting myself repeatedly in the head with my phone I took up writing.

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Thursday, June 21, 2018

Curse of the Ancients Book Blast

As Craige Ingram climbed the stairs of the derelict building, that peculiar stench of a dead body hit him. It was the same smell no matter where—SpecOps SEAL encounter gone sour, or in a vacant, roach-infested apartment. Inside, his SEAL buddy-turned head of Buckingham Parish Homicide’s Investigative Support Division, Grayson MacGerald, was huddled with the coroner next to a swollen decaying corpse that was days old and hardly more than oozing dead meat. The PI inside Craige had a gut feeling that there was more to this than a dead body, and Craige’s Grannie always told him, “Trust your feelin’s.” But that was before Mih├íly Keaulescu set down two of his Black Falcon choppers on Craige’s Moccasin Hollow private airstrip in an uninvited stopover. It got worse. From his airstrip to Israel, to Turkey and a nightmare-dream of one-of-a-kind ancient artifacts that not only threatened the serene life Craige knew and loved at Moccasin Hollow, it would destroy the world.

Craige cinched his chinstrap tighter and in the distance, glimpsed a profile of what looked to be a Bell Textron’s 62X KW warrior carrying an ALQ 131 or a 144 or a modified 147A white-noise jammer in the crook of his arm. Craige pressed his goggles to the ground tighter. Ready as he could get for the back-blast inferno and flesh-boiling incandescence. The ground punched his belly. He felt more than heard the rumbling plasma-searing waves tearing the ground with seismic jolting thuds. The pressure waves jarred his eardrums.

Follow-up chopper runs unleashed a consuming churning hell along the steep walls and dry wadi. Low-altitude chopper sorties took over with end-of-the-world sunbursts sterilizing a morass of targets. Laser guided missiles pulverized crumpled ledges and overhangs into igneous mini-lahars. Bunker buster smart bombs whistled into caves smashing tunnel walls, roasting any bottom feeders hiding inside. Secondary strikes continued, napalm, thermite, and phosphorous blanketed the area. The smothering white-heat boiled in the solar-hot overkill incineration of containers of stored Marburg-Ebolapox, leaving a sterile landscape of glazed sand, gravel, vaporized odds-and-ends, and a few recognizable body parts. The fearful kill-beauty of magenta and mauve mushrooms and cherry-white red-orange acrid plumes left the eerie shimmering moonscape. Avram ordered re-targeting the whole valley, including the passageways that had been tunneled into. He was taking no chances.

Craige felt a sad lament as the gunships made their final runs, missiles and bombs slammed into the mountain. Undiscovered artifacts destroyed, the site possibly entombed beyond recovery. It wasn’t the worst of what might’ve been. If the virus had been loosed, there’d be damn few survivors.

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With postgraduate degrees and faculty positions at several medical universities, Hawk MacKinney has taught graduate courses in both the United States and Jerusalem. In addition to his work in classrooms and laboratories, he has written numerous professional articles on chordate neuroembryology and authored several novels that reflect his southwest upbringing in Arkansas, Texas and Oklahoma. Moccasin Trace, a historical novel nominated for both the prestigious Michael Shaara Award for Excellence in Civil War Fiction and the Writers Notes Book Award, details the family bloodlines of his protagonist in the Moccasin Hollow Mystery Series. Hidden Vault of Secrets and Westobou Gold, Books 1 and 2 in the series, have received national and international attention. Hawk is also writing a science fiction series, The Cairns of Sainctuarie.

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