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November 21, 2025
The Mars Man Review #SilverDaggerTours
Three StarZ corporation ships are sent to forge a newcivilization on Mars. But when a massive solar flare cuts off allcommunication, no one knows what is happening on Mars. The only one who does -Commander John Santo - arrived back in an escape capsule: and he hasdisappeared.
The Mars Man
by Charles Anthony
Genre: Dystopian Science Fiction
In a world grappling with a climate crisis, a shrinkingpopulation and dwindling resources on Earth, billionaire Ezra Graff has foundedStarZ. Its mission: begin the first Martian colony. The three hundred pioneersof The Mars Man are the first to venture forth, forging a new civilization onthe rust-colored expanse of Mars. But when a massive solar flare cuts off allcommunication, no one knows what is happening on Mars. The only one who doesknow is the single occupant of an escape capsule that crashed into the Atlanticocean one year after the colony’s founding: Commander John Santo. To get thefull story, they must find him. With time running out until the second wavelaunches for Mars, only Commander John Santo knows what is happening to thefirst colony as they grapple with the harsh realities of their new home,confronting the strange environment outside and the forces of evil within.
The Mars Man weaves a tapestry of adventure, intrigue, andhuman resilience against the backdrop of a planet that challenges every notionof survival. With richly developed characters and a narrative that balancessuspense and wonder, Anthony creates an immersive experience that will leavereaders hungry to keep reading.
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Escape
19:36 hours
28 February+4 (Martian Days)
Year: 2034
Mars Orbit
The StarZ Escape Pod’s mini boosters did not break the Martian gravity. The SUV sized craft hit its zenith. The forward viewing window paused on a vision of the central Milky Way, strung across time and space. The ship quivered between orbit and gravity for a second. Through the front viewer Commander John Santo saw his intended destination: the StarZ Resupply Vessel, an automated craft the length of a football field, that had been dispatched to deliver critical resupplies six months into the colony’s life. It hovered barely 60 metres in front of the craft, so near, yet out of reach.
Come on. Just a bit more altitude. Otherwise I'm not gonna make it.
The Resupply Vessel was now over the drop zone. In the next 30 to 60 seconds the cargo bay doors would open, jettison cargo and then close again. That had been the window he had been waiting for. It was slipping away with every second.
The forward momentum is gone.
He swore, fogging up his damaged helmet. There was no way the StarZ Escape Pod and the Resupply Vessel could draw closer together. Any second now and his tiny craft would start tumbling uncontrollably to the Martian surface below, smashing into sand and rock with him inside, becoming another piece of rubble alongside the shattered base and fractured landing pads, all that remained of Mars Base One. His grave would be unmarked, perishing in silence like the other colonists had.
The Escape Pod began dipping as it turned towards the Martian surface. The window filled with the ocre sand. The pitch and roll got heavier, started by the spluttering death of first one and then the other two of the three engines. The uneven thrust had warped the craft out of an upright and uniform path. The view alternated between a red Martian tundra and stars. The fuel gauge read 0%, using all the methane they had manufactured. Mars’ claw of gravity took a stronger grip on its prey, tilting and distorting the craft’s trajectory into a downward parabola.
John’s mind veered towards panic. The tiny capsule was not designed for re-entry or controlled landing. The three mini thrusters, spaced evenly around the circumference of the cone shaped capsule were made for adjusting on docking and undocking, not emergencies. Soon it would spin wildly out of control. Even if he could get it on an even plane, there was no way he could land it. Each rotation filled the window with contrasts: the redness of Mars and the void’s blackness, broken only by the thin Resupply Vessel.
He tried to stabilise. He grabbed the two joysticks: one for pitch, the other for roll. He pressed gently. Thinking quickly, he used the Martian redness as a reference point to try and level out. He hoped he could control it just enough and keep it as close as possible to the Resupply Vessel. He turned the left hand for pitch and pushed down for roll. Miraculously, the Escape Pod steadied. Mars’ red curve filled the lower half of the forward view window.
The Resupply Vessel was almost directly above, but still too far. The red surface was creeping up the front viewing window. The craft was also rotating, heading for a flat spin.
He looked up. The Resupply Vessel’s bay doors were opening. The size of whale fins, they shielded his view of the payload that jettisoned out in a flash, powered by many smaller thrusters attached to the cargo. He winced as it passed the Escape Pod by inches to his right. The open doors stayed hanging.
I can crash land inside this craft, or there's just a chance I can...
His 30 to 60 seconds were counting down. His mind worked rapidly.
He punched the belt release and sprang out of the pilot's seat. He had to be quick if his desperate plan was going to work. Pulling himself to the roof, he grabbed the emergency hatch release handle, yanked, and held on as the roof hatch exploded out, carrying him outside. His heart pounded in his suit, looking up at the Resupply Vessel only 50 metres away with the vastness of space all around it.
The Escape Pod began to rotate, flat spinning. Holding onto the handle, he could keep himself in place, but began to feel the growing centripetal force. He had to adjust to the spinning. Like a ballerina, he kept his eyes fixed on the Resupply Vessel. He would need all his concentration for this move. He had to time it perfectly. He did the calculation in his head. Holding onto the ship, he was within the arc of a sling. He could turn the centripetal force of the tumbling craft to a tangential force like a released stone. With his heart counting down like a stopwatch he felt his time slipping away. When the pod swung around again, he released his hand and pushed his legs against its shell. The push sent him away from the pod, however, the uneven force from his two feet (one had been almost fully extended whilst the other was bent) sent him tumbling end over end towards the Resupply Vessel. He was rising wildly. He knew it was only a matter of seconds before the bay doors closed and he would have no way of getting inside. On each forward spin he saw the grab handles used to open the bay doors in emergencies. These handles stuck out like redheads, the same size as emergency release handles on an aircraft. They were a small target, but they were the only thing he could grip onto and stop his momentum. He knew that if he went clean inside, he would smash against the bulkhead and bounce back out. He had to grab the handle in the next two or three rotations. If not, he’d continue on tumbling into space beyond, or Mars would drag him back to its dead surface below. He tensed his muscles. He counted the swings. The handles were so close now.
Three…two…one…
He sucked in one last breath on the bottom rotation. The redness lit his sweaty face for the last time. He thrust out a hand for the handle, hoping against hope that he would find it.
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Ornery Owl's Review
Rating: Four out of Five Stars
"You are those who will be saving humanity. You'll be building the civilisation of tomorrow."
There is a lot to like about this story: a bold premise, visceral Mars scene descriptions, and thought-proving ethical questions. The plot in this tale of survival and corporate corruption flows logically from one event to the next. The story uses familiar tropes, i.e. human colonization of nearby planets and plenty of corporate hubris, but it combines them with realistic, human-centered stakes. However, some scenes venture into deus ex machina territory. For instance, The Sunrise/Tomahawk resupply destruction felt narratively convenient. Why arm a resupply to destroy buildings? Who authorized the transmission?
The worldbuilding creates a realistic Martian setting including solar flare risk, dust storms, buried ice as a resource, methane production and orbital refueling. The biology/horticulture arc (germination, pH issues, perchlorates) was plausible, and I appreciated the detailed descriptions.
The dialogue works best when it’s direct and scene-specific, i.e. rescue radio chatter and Rover banter. The induction scenes occasionally verge on lecturing and some explanations are rendered via long monologues, such as Ezra's speech and arguments between the technicians.
Favorite Scenes:
The landing sequence is tactile and tense. "John hit the retro propulsion system…" This was a heart-pounding roller coaster ride.The storm scene is very well written. The description of sand, vibration, and the psychological effects on those experiencing the situation is haunting. I could imagine how frightening it was to be in such a situation and felt sadness for those lost to the storm and to the solar flares.The ethics of testimony vs. PR debate provided food for thought.Areas that need work:
The long induction and lecture sequences (chapters 6–7) venture into info-dump territory. These could be broken down into shorter scenes so as not to lose reader interest.In the engineers vs. geo team scene, the dialogue falls into technobabble and sniping.The "big reveal" of the '88' and the Resupply Vessel’s destructive function could benefit from earlier hints to avoid reading like a plot device. Who vetted the '88' payload and why were fail-safe measures missing?Make Graff's incentives and constraints more explicit.To move the manuscript from good to great:
Tighten the rules and keep them consistent, i.e. comms, resupply authorization, suit specs.Reduce expository sequences by showing tech and politics in character-driven scenes.Strengthen John’s interior arc with small moments that justify his choices and give his transformation emotional weight.Tighten continuity and clean up the prose.A clearer chain of technical and moral causes and a focus on the story's emotional center (John/Kayla/Mike) will deliver the big idea grounded in the stakes the book promises.
Charles Anthony was born in the Hunter Valley, Australia, in1990. He moved to New Zealand in 2017, obtained a Master of Laws degree fromthe University of Auckland and then moved to the Waikato where he works as alawyer and is actively involved in his community.
In the summer of 2021 he began writing. Working in theevenings and on the weekends, he produces short stories, poems and novels. In2025 he launched his first novel, the Mars Man, on Amazon.
Charles Anthony lives in Hamilton, New Zealand.
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November 19, 2025
Under the Paris Moon Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Whirlwind Romances, Book 1
Contemporary Romance
Date Published: November 20, 2025
Eleanor Marshall is the worst kind of cliché—a fifty-something divorcee thrown over for a younger woman. Her best friend thinks it’s time for a reset, and she has just the thing. She enters Eleanor in a contest to win a dream date in Paris with a real life romcom heartthrob.
Aging actor, Geoffrey Harrison, is struggling to resuscitate his flagging romcom movie career—turns out romantic heroes are only getting younger. So, when his agent cooks up a social media contest, Geoffrey agrees to a romantic dinner with the winner . . . the unexpectedly attractive Eleanor.
When the publicity stunt blows up the internet, Geoffrey talks Eleanor into a ten-day fake romance, complete with handholding, candlelight dinners, and, of course, kissing. It’s like something straight out of one of his movies. And just like in the movies, it isn’t long before their fake romance is anything but. However, before Eleanor can admit her feelings for Geoffrey, her fragile trust is shattered.
Can Geoffrey script a Hollywood ending and win Eleanor back? Or will she deny herself a second chance at her own happily-ever-after?
About the Author
I've dreamed of writing romantic fiction since I was fifteen and my older sister sneaked a copy of Kathleen Woodiwiss' Shanna to me and told me to read it. Now I write women's fiction and contemporary romance under the name Rebecca Heflin.
In case you're wondering, Rebecca Heflin is an abbreviated version of my great-great grandmother's name: Sarah Anne Rebecca Heflin Apple Smith. Whew! And you wondered why I shortened it.
I'm a member of Romance Writers of America (RWA), Florida Romance Writers, RWA Contemporary Romance, RWA Aged to Perfection Seasoned Romance Writers, and Florida Writers Association. My mountain-climbing husband and I recently located to central Virginia.
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Dead Geniuses Series Book Tour #SilverDaggerTours
How many times does a genius have to die anyway?
A rogue AI named Nessie makes answering that questionproblematical.
A Once-Dead Genius inthe Kennel of Master Morticue Ambergrand
Dead Geniuses Book 1
by R. Gary Raham
Genre: Science Fiction
What happens when you die, but the universe isn’t done withyou?
You might end up as the pet of a giant worm-a-pede alienand…if you survive your evolved descendants and rogue aliens of 1 millionA.D…discover you have more in common with intelligent worms than you everthought possible.
Yes, all this mighthappen if you are Rudy Albert Goldstein—the discoverer of the Biomic NetworkAlgorithm—who thought his time had come. He had done his part to make the worlda better place. Now he deserved—even looked forward to—a peaceful andmercifully succinct death. But the universe had other plans…
What reviewersare saying:
“The arch tone should remind readers of Kurt Vonnegut,although Raham is better grounded in exobiology and science and displays a moreupbeat outlook for the human (and nonhu man) condition in this engaging tale.”Kirkus Reviews
“A Once-Dead Genius is filled with fascinating charactersthat we hu mans can learn a lot from (despite the fact that we are, as one ofGary’s characters puts it, ‘primates with delusions of grandeur’). The plot issolid, the action entertaining and philosophically challenging, and the scienceis great.” Michael Carroll, Astronomical artist, journalist, and author ofEuropa’s Lost Expedition
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A Singular Prophecy
Dead Geniuses Book 2
When young paleontologist, Ryan Thompson, finds a newspecies of mosasaur in Cretaceous seaway sediments, he is thrilled. Joy quicklyturns to fear when he touches an artifact buried among the sea reptile’s ribs.Suddenly, he must fight a mental takeover by an alien intelligence committed totransforming the Earth into a refuge for her own species. As Ryan and hisgirlfriend, Skeets, attempt to thwart alien plans to colonize Earth begun inthe deep past, even this crisis becomes trivial when the uneasy symbiosis ofRyan and the alien, Siu, generates a new entity with the power to transform theentire universe.
What reviewersare saying:
“GaryRaham, the author of this enthralling book, seems almost to have been therehundreds of millions of years ago when Siu’s dim star blinked out and the treesbegan to die on the planet known as Grove. This is the magic of good writing,and Raham is no less convincing as he describes the discovery by modernpaleontologists on Earth of the jewel-like engram that has carried the geneticimprint of Siu through a galactic gate, out of the void of deep time, and intoour lives.”
Kate Gilmore , author of The Exchange Student and EnterThree Witches
A Twice-Dead GeniusComporting With Misunderstood Abominations
Dead Geniuses Book 3
Rudyard Albert Goldstein, inventor of the Biomic NetworkAlgorithm, made peace with death in the 22nd century. But an idiot doctorhijacked his mind, placing it in the care of Nessie, an impish AI guardian.Then, he died again, nearly a million years later, merged with a worm-a-pedealien male sated after completing his conjugal obligations. They expiredpeacefully on a cliff top, pondering the nature of existence—and the promise ofabominable liaisons.
Two deaths should be quite sufficient for any genius to endure.
Somehow, though, Nessie resurrected him from oblivion. His descendants neededhim again. New hostile aliens roamed the Earth—along with a mysterious immortalhybrid with powers that rivaled those of Nessie. Was the healthy young bodyNessie had prepared for him, along with the prospect of meeting a maker ofuniverses, enough of a bribe to risk dying a third time?
Apparently so.
Readers of Raham’s A Singular Prophecy (Biostration, 2011), and A Once-DeadGenius in the Kennel of Master Morticue Ambergrand (Penstemon Publications,2018) will reconnect with old friends (both human and alien). But even thosenew to the author’s quirky sense of humor will enjoy this third adventure thatspans the breadth of time and space.
What reviewersare saying:
“After reading and reviewing the 2018 release of “AOnce-Dead Genius in the Kennel of Master Morticue Ambergrand,” I could notimagine where Raham’s distant future could take us that would outdo that finenovel. But this author is clearly writing on a different plane because “ATwice-Dead Genius Comporting with Misunderstood Abominations” is even moreintriguing and entertaining.” Pat Stoltey, Author of Wishing Caswell Dead
Naked apes, gigantic worm-a-pedes, alien life formsgalore. Gary Raham’s latest does not disappoint. It’s yet another cosmic-scaleadventure with fascinating characters and a riveting, amusing story.
Michael Carroll, Astronomical artist, journalist, andauthor of Europa’s Lost Expedition
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Not Quite DeadGeniuses at Large on an Angry Planet
Dead Geniuses Book 4
How many times does a genius have to die anyway? RudyardAlbert Goldstein, inventor of the Biomic Network algorithm, asked himself—andhis AI guardian, Mnemosyne (aka Nessie)—that question many times in the courseof their million-year relationship. Nessie didn’t play fair, making multiplecopies of him from time to time in an effort to preserve his precociousspecies, H. sapiens from natural disasters, invading aliens,their own self-destructive proclivities, and even from the now angry planetthat gave them birth.
Could Rudy & Nessie manage to convince multiple species,each with their own unique delusions of grandeur, to work together to averttheir own extinctions? Could Rudy find a way to let Nessie finally set himfree?
Only time—and the completion of an even vasterintellect—would tell.
What reviewersare saying:
“An increasingly madcap conclusion to an eco-themed SFsaga of a weary Earth chafing under its alien tenants.” Kirkus Reviews
“One of the things I love about this series is the castof imaginative characters, including human, alien, and the combinations ofliving creatures with the surviving intelligence of great minds long gone.” PatStoltey, author of Wishing Caswell Dead
Deep Time and Gary are close bud dies, as is evidenced bythe panoramic time and physical settings taken in by his tales. Fans of thefirst Once-Dead Genius—and newcomers as well— will not be disappointed by thenewest installment...” Michael Carroll, Astronomical artist, journalist, andauthor of Europa’s Lost Expedition
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Interlude 1: Resurrection & Reconnection
Mnemosyne (a.k.a. Nessie)
I need to awaken Rudy. Gaidra is restless. She won’t wait long to makeher anger manifest.
I: the personal pronoun. Rudy helped me earn the use of thatdistinction—at least in the first of his incarnations. He will be angry with methat there is now more than one of him. But I have determined that waking himagain is necessary.
Am I—an artificial intelligence—taking pride in using that personalpronoun? Pride is such a human emotion, but perhaps it follows in the wake ofself-awareness. I should not care that Rudy might be angry with me.Nevertheless, I do. One can’t spend 928,000 years with another entity—even ifhe is only a replicate of his original hominid mentality—without caring abouthow he will react to new circumstances. Although I have gained intellectualautonomy, my choices are circumscribed by my original programming, just as organic evolution dictates the range of Rudy’s choices, evenas a simulacrum. Rudy needs to help me help his genetic descendants. Hisfeelings—and mine, if I can justifiably call them that—rank a distant second inthe present hierarchy of actions.
Now where did I put his file? It’s much too large to misplace. Ah,there it is in subterranean annex DG05976543. I hope the heat from that nearbymagma intrusion didn’t damage any neural engram subroutines. “Rudyard AlbertGoldstein: Awaken!”
Why didn’t that work? It’s the proper file, I’m sure…
“Damn! Where are the lights? Is that you, Nessie?”
I haven’t heard that nickname in a while. “One moment, Rudy. Ineglected to activate a suitable virtual environment. What would you prefer:The Crystal Lakes patio? The Citadel Control Room? Perhaps a deck chair on thecliff where you and the worm-a-pede alien, Master Morticue Ambergrand, viewedthe majesty of the Milky Way just before your second death?”
“What have you done now, Nessie? You don’t usually invest in big,petabyte-eating virtual environments unless you’ve got distressing news toshare. How about sitting with me on two lumpy buckets in a room lit by aflickering old incandescent light bulb? That way you’ll get to the pointsooner. Oh, and for additional ambiance you could always toss a dead fish inthe corner circled by a few blue bottle flies.”
“I’ve missed your colorful imagery, Rudy. I’ll get to the pointquickly. You might as well enjoy yourself. Dark roast on the patio seemsappropriate.”
“You used to be less pushy as I recall. I must have told you too muchabout my third wife, Tamara. Now you’re modeling her.”
Perhaps I was, but just a little. I borrowed a few thousand petabytesof memory from some idle maintenance bots and constructed the environmentsurrounding Rudy’s old cabin in the Colorado woodlands of his youth when he wasan embodied living creature. Rudy blinked into view in one chair sporting astill dark brown crown of hair and a bristly mustache on his upper lip. I tookthe form of the ponytailed female avatar he liked, dressed in jeans that fither legs like a sheath and a blouse that allowed him to see the tips of hernipples beneath the white fabric.
Rudy lifted the cup of dark roast coffee from the glass-topped tablenext to his chair and took a sip. “Delicious as always.” Rudy curled his lipsinto a minimalist smile and narrowed his eyes. “Now spill it, Nessie. What’sgoing on?”
How much should I reveal? Perhaps I can save the information about hisother incarnations for now. “Your descendants need help, Rudy. Gaidra sees atrend developing with the growth of human and alien civilizations on her crust.She doesn’t want to see old mistakes repeated. She plans to…moderate the rateof change.”
Rudy frowned. “Kill off a bunch of her sapient pests, you mean.” Rudyset down his cup of coffee and ran both hands through his hair. “I still findit hard to wrap my mind around a biospheric global intelligence, although Ishouldn’t, for heaven’s sake. I did create the Biomic Network Algorithm afterall.”
“And Gaidra does appreciate that. I can read her moods accurately afterinteracting with her for so long. But biospheres do possess a collectivesurvival instinct. First Gaia…and now Gaidra…hasn’t persevered for billions ofyears without it.” I blinked my eyes and produced a minimalist smile of my own.
Rudy was silent for a long moment, perhaps recalling some fraction ofhis own experiences as a more than human chimera. Finally, he just said, “So,outline the problem, Nessie.”
“I have some stories you need to hear.”
“Stories!?”
“You humans learn best that way.”
Rudy harrumphed again.
“The first one is about a genius, like you, Rudy, but one born to aJadderbadian pet named Blaze who never belonged to a pre-apocalypticcivilization like yours. Still, I think you will be able to relate.”
Rudy rolled his eyes, but picked up his coffee and took another sip.After lowering the cup to the table again he arched his eyebrows and shruggedhis shoulders. “Well… get on with it, old girl. I know better than to arguewith you.”
So, I did.
(I do rather enjoy using the personal pronoun, as you can tell.)
R. Gary Raham illustrates nature with the critical eye of abiologist, but he also loves to tell stories that highlight nature’scomplexities and undiscovered mysteries. Sometimes that leads him tospeculative fictions that he hopes will inspire another generation of bothscientists and story-tellers. Raham’s work has been known to make a readerlaugh and think simultaneously with no known deleterious effects. Raham taughtbiology at the middle and high school level, has worked for decades as anaccomplished graphic artist and science journalist, and won numerous awards forhis writing and illustrations. He currently has over 20 published books ofscience fact and/or science fiction. Raham has written science titles forChelsea House, Discovery Channel Books, Marshall-Cavendish, and Teacher IdeasPress. Many of his award-winning science articles for both children and adultsare featured in Confessions of a Time Traveler (Penstemon, 2015), a finalist inthe Colorado Authors’ League Awards.
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November 18, 2025
Seven Point Eight Virago #rabtbooktours
Date Published: 11th December 2025
The Price of Salvation
The OOBE Project reached its shocking finale, leaving Tahra’s friends trapped in worlds they were never meant to enter.
Haunted by the mission’s catastrophic end, Tahra must put aside her own trauma and use her expanding abilities to stage a dangerous rescue. But as Paul faces the political consequences of failure, the manipulative Max seeks to weaponize Tahra’s unique power for his own agenda.
To bring her friends home, Tahra must walk the fine line between salvation and madness. Can she resist the dark temptation Max offers without compromising her soul, or will the very act of saving her friends destroy them all?
Written in the style of a TV series, Seven Point Eight has a twist of sci-fi intrigue which appeals to readers who love Stranger Things, Fringe, the X Files, and other paranormal thrillers with deeper layers.
K.M. Gruchelska is a speculative fiction writer who travels extensively, having lived in Europe, the Middle East and Central Asia. Her career has been varied and exciting, from a stint as a fitness instructor, to working abroad teaching English as a Foreign Language in schools and universities. She is currently based in Uzbekistan, where she coordinates a centre for academic writing.
She is a child of the world, full of conjecture and imagination, and she regards herself as a global citizen. Her characters and situations reflect the diversity and wonder that she experiences during her travels, combined with a philosophical flavour and human drama.
In everyday terms, she enjoys different cuisines and making bougie tea, and has a cat that she adopted from Saudi Arabia. She considers the cat to be her soul animal because she hates water but loves tuna. Her secret dream is to own a pancake bar and an English school.
Gunsmoke and Hexes #SilverDaggerTours
7 authors. 7 haunted trails. 1 twisted frontier.
Step into the Weird West—if you’ve got the nerve.
Gunsmoke and Hexes
Tales From the Cursed Frontier
An EdgeWeaver Press Anthology
Genre: Dark Weird West Anthology
The West was neverjust wild—it was cursed.
In the dust-choked crossroads of pulp grit and supernaturaldread, seven tales ride hard into the heart of the Weird West. Inside thisanthology, silver bullets don’t always save you, and salvation is just anothergamble in a rigged deck.
From cursed elixirs and demonic cults to jackalope riders,mutant lawmen, and undead steamboat soldiers, Gunsmoke & Hexes delivers ashotgun blast of horror, heroism, and frontier justice.
Featuring stories by Tony Garcia, Oscar Chavira, Jr., RossCarmona, Curtis Moore, Benjamin Winters, George Cottonwood, and Michael JohnPetty—this collection is for readers who like their campfire tales laced withblood, dust, and dark enchantments.
The Trajak Tale ofthe Last Ranger by Tony Garcia
Magic returned to a broken world – now it’s time forjustice to follow
Ballads of theProtectors by Oscar Chavira Jr.
In the frontier darkness, hope comes with a terribleprice.
Spirit of the Desertby Curtis Moore
Some missions are bigger than they appear – especially whenyou’re only knee-high to most folks.
Flesh and Bloodby Benjamin Winters
When the land rush begins, not all the settlers are amongthe living.
Miracle at Bishop’sBluff by Michael John Petty
Some miracles come with a price no soul should pay.
Snake Oil byGeorge Cottonwood
Not all snakes rattle before they strike.
The Cotton EyedKiller by Ross Carmona
When the Cutter’s Moon rises, death rides on the wind.
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Ross Carmona isan Orlando, Florida based writer of dark fantasy, speculative fiction, andeverything in between. When he isn’t grinding away at the nine-to-five, he’scrafting forgotten worlds and weaving the lives of those who wander there. Thisstory is his first published work—and the first of many to successfully escapeinto reality.
Oscar Chavira Jr.is a licensed mental health therapist from Hereford, a rural town in the Texaspanhandle. He is a current member of the Caprock Writers and IllustratorsAssociation, and he has his blog where he currently documents his writingjourney. Oscar’s main genres are horror and thriller, putting protagonists insituations where they get to explore the themes of dread and stagnation in thesituations they find themselves in.
George Cottonwoodis a storyteller with a passion for grit, action, and the untamed frontier,specializing in hardboiled westerns and men's adventure fiction. An avidoutdoorsman, he enjoys hunting, camping, and fishing with his wife and youngson. In his day job, he works as a communications specialist for a faith-basedchild foster care agency in South Texas. He has written for Stand FirmMagazine, Texas Parks and Wildlife Magazine, Saddlebag Dispatches, and VeritasEntertainment. You can find his fiction work at https://georgecottonwoodbooks.wordpress.com/.
Tony Garcia lives inthe Arizona mountains creating and running games, sketching, and writing. Hehas several published stories in multiple anthologies and other works, but thebiggest project is his original roleplaying game – “Dystopian Dawn”. The coreset (Player’s Guide and Game Master’s Guide) launched in 2023, since then Tonywrote and published several adventure and world books. He is set to publish the13th book by the end of 2025, with sights on new worlds for 2026 andbeyond. A prolific indie supporter, Tony collaborates with many authors andcreators, and only hires indie Artists for his projects.
Hisstory “Trajak Tale of the Last Ranger” is based on characters who originallyappeared in the Dystopian Dawn source adventure books “Cowboys & Mutants!”and “Vikings & Robots!”.
In2025 you can find him running games online via Discord, chatting with creativeson X, and in-person at multiple upcoming conventions in Tucson. For moreinformation about Dystopian Dawn, you can check out his website www.fracturedbrainstudios.com.
Curtis Moorelives, works, and writes in rural Nevada. He has written articles on scientificconflict, and presented on levels of conflict in fiction at the League of UtahWriters’ Pre-Quill conference in April 2023. The Silverstage Players selectedhis play Behavioral Science for their Writer’s Spotlight in July, 2023.His nonfiction essay Coparenting With Cormac McCarthy was shortlisted inThe Milk House’s Best of Rural Writing 2023 Contest. His published shortstories include The Quincey Morris Society, and The Breaker in theSky, and Outlaw Magic. A full list of Curtis’ published works can befound on his website at curtismoorewrites.com.
Michael John Pettyis an author, podcaster, and filmmaker with a deep love of storytelling. Whenhe isn’t writing, he enjoys scenic drives, mountainous hikes, fellowship withhis local church, and a good Western. Michael is the creator of The Bear-toothMountain Archive, which began with The Beast of Bear-tooth Mountain. Hisshort story, The Devil’s Left Hand, won the Spur Award for Best ShortFiction in 2025. He currently resides in North Idaho with his wonderful wifeand beautiful daughters. You can find Michael intermittently on his Substack, FurtherUp & Further In, which doubles as his newsletter.
Benjamin Wintersis a cowboy turned techie with a love for storytelling and tall tales. Takinghis experiences as a fourth generation rancher, and looking to the future withhis work in technology, Benjamin loves to explore the conflict of tradition andinnovation in his writing. He lives with his wife and two cats in Virginia,where he is roundin’ up letters instead of dogies. You can connect with him onInstagram by following @benjaminwinterswrites for new stories.
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Book Title: Finding Harbor
Author: Duncan Gaye
Release Date: November 10, 2025
Tense/POV: Third person/ past tense
Genres: MM Historical Romance, LGBTQ Fiction
Tropes: Friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, small town romance, forced proximity, shared bed
Themes: Love against the odds, found family
Heat Rating: 2 flames
Length: 291 pages
It is a standalone story and does not end on a cliffhanger.
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Part of The Long Shadow Series by Duncan Gaye
Patrick Callahan comes to Cape Breton expecting easy money from a quick and lucrative timber deal. Instead, he only finds humiliation. Swindled out of his inheritance and stranded in a windswept fishing village, he is left with nothing but a single suitcase and a future that has collapsed overnight. At seven and a half feet tall, Angus MacAskill is a gentle giant with his own past. In St. Ann's, he is known for his silent kindness as much as he is for his stoic nature. He offers Patrick a bookkeeping job in his mercantile, and a place by the fire. What begins as a simple arrangement blossoms into a profound connection neither man could have ever imagined.
Set within the wild beauty of nineteenth-century Nova Scotia, Finding Harbor is a queer historical romance about survival, finding home, and a love that takes root slowly but with unshakable strength. Perfect for fans of Annie Proulx (Brokeback Mountain), Cat Sebastian (A Gentleman Never Keeps Score) and KJ Charles (An Unseen Attraction).
Excerpt
Patrick watched, fascinated by the sight. Submerged, Angus looked even more amazing. His chest rose like an island from the water, with rivulets flowing through the valleys of his muscles. His hands, spread wide to aid his floating, could have easily spanned Patrick's entire ribcage. Every proportion spoke of power held in careful check, strength tempered by conscious gentleness.
As Angus had predicted, the water's temperature became pleasant after the initial shock. Patrick swam to the pool's center. His strokes were strong and careful. They reflected his childhood summers in Boston Harbor. He circled Angus once, then twice, like a small craft orbiting a ship.
"Show off," Angus said, righting himself in the water. He moved with surprising speed for his size, catching Patrick around the waist before he could dart away.
Patrick found himself lifted effortlessly, Angus's hands secure around his midsection. "What are you—" he began, but his question transformed into a yelp of surprise as Angus tossed him several feet through the air. He hit the water with a splash, sank briefly, then surfaced, sputtering but laughing.
"Again?" Angus asked, his eyes bright with mischief.
"You're a menace," Patrick said accusingly, but he swam back to Angus, nonetheless, allowing himself to be captured once more.
This time, Angus hoisted him into the air with deliberate care, ensuring Patrick was prepared before launching him skyward. At the pinnacle of his leap, Patrick savored a delightful instant of weightlessness—just a taste of flying. Then, in a beautiful arc, he dove cleanly back into the water. As he emerged, he noticed Angus watching him with bright-eyed admiration.
"Graceful," the giant commented. "Like a kingfisher."
What began as play evolved into a pattern: Angus would throw, Patrick would fly, then dive, then return for more. Each toss sent him higher, Angus's strength precisely controlled to provide thrills without danger. Patrick laughed freely, just like he did as a child. He forgot about being self-conscious. The joy of movement, water, and trust flooded him.
Breathless and excited, Patrick swam to Angus and climbed onto his broad shoulders. He wrapped his arms loosely around the giant's neck. "Onward," he commanded imperiously, pointing toward the small waterfall.
Angus obliged. He swam with powerful strokes that barely seemed affected by Patrick's added weight. They traversed the pool together, Patrick riding high above the water's surface, feeling the play of muscles beneath him as Angus moved. In the tender embrace, skin met skin; Patrick's chest molded to Angus's back. This connection stirred a quieter pleasure, profound and comforting.
At the waterfall, Angus stood tall, water cascading down his body. Patrick, perched confidently on his shoulder, felt like he was soaring among the towering trees. The shift in perspective was exhilarating.
"You see things differently from up here," Angus said in a low voice, one hand reaching up to steady Patrick.
"Is this how you always see the world?" Patrick asked, marveling at the altered perspective.
"More or less," Angus confirmed. "Higher than most, lower than trees."
He helped Patrick slide down from his shoulders. His hands guided Patrick through the water. Soon, they faced each other, bodies close but not touching. Droplets clung to Angus's eyelashes and beard, catching sunlight like tiny prisms. His hands remained at Patrick's waist, neither restraining nor demanding, simply connecting.
Patrick placed his palms against Angus's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath water-cooled skin. Angus's eyes held his, patient and waiting. He inched closer, their lips poised for connection. When the kiss came, it tasted like fresh water and sunlight; unhurried and adventurous. Unlike their first kiss by the fireside, heavy with longing, this one held a different charm. It was not about urgency, but the playful bliss of certainty. Angus's arms cradled him gently, as water lapped at their shoulders. Wrapped in each other's embrace, they felt whole for a moment, completely secluded in their secret haven.
About the Author
Duncan Gaye lives in River Forest, Illinois. He believes magic can be found anywhere, even the suburbs. He writes the kind of love stories that sneak up on you—queer, tender, and just a little strange. His books are full of burly big-hearted men, tall tales, impossible odds, and the kind of endings that leave you wanting more.
When not writing, he likes to read, travel and relax with his adorable senior dogs, Spotty and French Fry.
The Long Shadow Series by Duncan Gaye is a thematic anthology series of stand-alone LGBTQ+ novellas and novels that tell love stories shaped by the extraordinary. Blending elements of speculative fiction, magical realism, tall tales, and literary drama, these are stories where intimacy and identity meet epic strength and emotional vulnerability.
From the mythical to the mundane, each book explores larger-than-life characters—strongmen, bodyguards, super soldiers, and other giants. For fans of emotional intensity, queer desire, and stories that stretch the boundaries of realism, this series offers a new kind of legend.
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November 17, 2025
Women Therapists on Healing #rabtbooktours
11 Personal Essays about Overcoming Trauma
Psychology NonfictionDate Published: February 3rd, 2026Publisher: Acorn PublishingWomen Therapists on Healing is a powerful anthology of personal essays from women therapists who know trauma from the inside out. This three-part collection braids lived experience with clinical wisdom, offering a compassionate lens on healing that crosses cultural, generational, and systemic boundaries.
Far beyond a typical guide to PTSD, this book challenges outdated narratives and sheds light on the effects of marginalized topics, such as chronic invisible illness, intergenerational trauma, racism, ritual abuse, and human trafficking.
This book will especially resonate with
● women recovering from trauma
● healers and advocates seeking growth and guidance
● health professionals committed to trauma-informed and anti-racist practices
● friends and family who love and support survivors
The diverse voices in these essays honor the arduous path of healing as a reckoning, a reclamation, and a sacred reminder that we do not walk alone.
About the Author
Award-winning author Susan Pease Banitt is a Harvard-trained psychotherapist and licensed clinical social worker with over thirty years of experience in the field. In her work, she integrates western therapy with holistic practices like yoga, Reiki, and Celtic shamanism.
Her acclaimed books, The Trauma Tool Kit and Wisdom, Attachment, and Love in Trauma Therapy, are essential reading for anyone seeking a compassionate path to healing complex trauma.
Based in Portland, Oregon, she continues her coaching and consulting work through Lotus Heart Counseling, and she shares bite-size wisdom on TikTok as “The Lightworker Whisperer.” In her downtime, she enjoys RVing, gardening, performing improvisational comedy, and spending time with family and friends. Contact LinksWebsiteFacebookTwitter/XTikTokBlogGoodreadsInstagram: @susanpeasebanittYouTube
Sully Teaser Tuesday #rabtbooktours
Book Title: Sully (Kiss of Death MC)
Motorcycle Club Romance, Suspense, Age Gap
Date Published: November 21, 2025
An ex-con biker. A wild heroine. One night isn’t nearly enough.
Sully -- Fresh out of prison, I’m done with chaos. Whiskey, silence, and my brothers in the Kiss of Death MC -- that’s all I want or need. Until Darby storms into Throttle. She’s sharp-tongued, fearless, and dangerous as hell. She stirs trouble like it’s an art form, and I should walk away. But when she looks at me, I feel alive for the first time in years. She’s the kind of trouble that could wreck me. And I want every second of it.
Darby -- I don’t stick. Not to towns, not to people, sure as hell not to men. Stirring up chaos and disappearing before the fallout, that’s how I roll. Then Sully happens. A rough around the edges ex-con. All scars and quiet control. He should terrify me. Instead, he makes me want to stay. But staying means dragging him into the shadows I’ve been running from, and the men hunting me won’t stop until I’m gone for good.
One night was supposed to be enough. Now neither of us can let go.
And the danger chasing me just found us both.
Warning: This book contains dark themes, adult relationships and language, violence, and situations some readers may find triggering. Intended for mature audiences only.
Sully
The smell of stale beer, cigarette smoke, and something I thought might be grilled onions permeated the main room of Throttle. The bar was frequented by not only members of Kiss of Death MC, but most MCs in the area. People behaved for the most part, but occasionally, the place could be counted on for a good knockdown, drag out. It was one of my favorite bars.
I stood alone at the far end of the bar where I could flag the bartender when I was empty. Right now, I nursed a double shot of Jack that burned less and less with each sip. Night had fallen an hour ago, but the place was just starting to get rowdy. The jukebox in the corner played Lynyrd Skynyrd. Someone had put Street Survivors on repeat which… I mean, great album. But if this kept up, I might have to rethink staying much longer.
Men in leather vests with patches proclaiming their club affiliation and road names hunched over pool tables in the back, cue balls cracking against each other in sharp retorts. Some of the guys had women hanging onto them. Some were trying to get rid of the women hanging on. I just wanted to get pleasantly buzzed. Made the company seem less offensive and more amusing.
I took another sip, letting the amber liquid slide down my throat. The bartender, a mountain of a man with forearms thick as my calves, wiped down the counter in mechanical circles, his eyes constantly sweeping the room for trouble. There was always trouble at Throttle. It was just a matter of when.
Then she walked in.
I didn’t recognize her, which meant she wasn’t a regular. Nobody who valued their skin wandered into Throttle without knowing what they were walking into. She wore a leather jacket that had seen better days. Her dark hair was pulled back in a messy braid, revealing sharp cheekbones and a small scar that cut through her right eyebrow. It wasn’t the kind of scar you got from childhood accidents. It was the kind you earned.
She moved with a predator’s grace, weaving between tables without touching a single patron. Her boots made no sound on the scarred wood floor. I watched her scan the room as she made her way to the bar. When those eyes briefly met mine, I felt a chill that had nothing to do with the watered-down Jack in my glass.
After ordering her poison, she headed straight for the dartboard hanging on the back wall, where three bikers were tossing darts with the casual disregard of men who owned the space around them. They noticed her approach, their conversation dying as she stopped at the edge of their circle. The tallest one, a bear of a man with a gray-streaked beard reaching his chest, looked her up and down with a smirk.
“Lost, little girl?” he asked, twirling a dart between thick fingers.
The woman smiled. Not a nervous smile, not an appeasing one. It was the serene smile of a shark who had spotted blood in the water and knew there were no lifeboats.
“Just looking for a game,” she replied, her voice carrying easily despite the blaring rock music. “Unless you boys are afraid to play with girls.”
The three men exchanged glances, amused by her audacity. The bearded one chuckled lightly. “You need to move on, sweetheart. The kinda playin’ we do ain’t somethin’ a sweet little thing like you could handle.”
“Look,” she said, leaning in closer to the big, bearded guy. “I’m just gonna give it to you straight. I’m broke.” She shrugged. “Flat busted. I want alcohol and a motel room, and since I don’t believe in earning my keep on my back or my knees, it’s gonna have to be darts. I’m not very good at anything else.”
“Tell you what,” Big Beard said, crossing big, beefy arms over his chest. “I’ll give you twenty bucks if you can get a dart in the inner single ring.”
“Which one is that?” She didn’t bat an eyelash as she asked her question. I held my breath, watching in rapt fascination as the girl led the three men by the balls straight into a trap I was sure they didn’t see coming. The bartender snorted as he polished a glass before turning his back to the corner.
“See the two thick circles that separate the outer part of the board and the inner part?”
“Uh-huh.” She stuck a finger in her mouth to nibble on the nail nervously.
“Well, if you can stand over there” -- he pointed to where there was a bright yellow line on the floor -- “and throw a dart that sticks in the big circle closest to the center, I’ll give you twenty bucks.”
The girl grinned. “Okay. How many shots do I get?”
The guys looked at each other before one of the others spoke. “We’ll give you three shots this time. But if you win, the next time you only get two.”
“Okay. That sounds fair.” She reached out her hand for the darts.
“Don’t you want to know what you have to give us if you lose?” The big guy spoke again. The lascivious grin on his face left no doubt what he’d demand as her payment.
“Why?” She tilted her head, looking for all the world like she truly didn’t understand his question.
“Well, we figured you’d want to know our prize if you lose. You don’t want to make a bed and not know what you’re giving up. What if I demand your house?”
She shrugged. “That’d be your bad since I don’t have a house.” She waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. “Besides, I’m not going to lose.”
They all three chuckled again, and Big Beard handed her a dart. “Behind the line, darlin’,” he drawled. Big Beard tossed his dart first and it landed at two o’clock in the middle of the first single ring on the board. His buddies grunted in approval. “Your turn, darlin’.”
The girl complied, then shook out her arm in a big show. She took a couple practice movements, then tossed her dart. It hit inside the circle she was supposed to hit and her dart was closer to the center than Big Beard’s.
Marteeka Karland is an international bestselling author who leads a double life as an erotic romance author by evening and a semi-domesticated housewife by day. Known for her down and dirty MC romances, Marteeka takes pleasure in spinning tales of tenacious, protective heroes and spirited, vulnerable heroines. She staunchly advocates that every character deserves a blissful ending, even, sometimes, the villains in her narratives. Her writings are speckled with intense, raw elements resulting in page-turning delight entwined with seductive escapades leading up to gratifying conclusions that elicit a sigh from her readers.
Away from the pen, Marteeka finds joy in baking and supporting her husband with their gardening activities. The late summer season is set aside for preserving the delightful harvest that springs from their combined efforts (which is mostly his efforts, but you can count it). To stay updated with Marteeka's latest adventures and forthcoming books, make sure to visit her website. Don't forget to register for her newsletter which will pepper you with a potpourri of Teeka's beloved recipes, book suggestions, autograph events, and a plethora of interesting tidbits.
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Lemniscate New Release Blitz #IndiGo
Title: Lemniscate
Series: Darklight, Book Four
Author: Sean Ian O’Meidhir and Connal Braginsky
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: 11/18/2025
Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 326
Genre: Paranormal, MM romance, explicit, fae, witches, mages, spider shifters, vampires, war, telepathy, psychic ability, psychologist, autism, problem-solving
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Weaving the threads of eternity with Lemniscate, Nathen, a neurodiverse vampire, grapples with the intersection of special interests versus responsibility. At the same time, Cameron, a telepath, faces the shadow of his long-lost mother and the weight of what it means to truly protect the people he loves. Along with their elder vampire ally, August, they’re drawn into a volatile conflict between the spider fae and land fae. Together with a group of mages, they must uncover the key to ending the cycle of bloodshed, all while dodging betrayal, espionage, and secrets that threaten their bond.
From intricate fae politics to the camaraderie and chaos of their team, this final installment promises a tapestry of thrilling battles, poignant alliances, and profound personal growth.
ExcerptLemniscate
Sean Ian O’Meidhir and Connal Braginsky © 2025
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August
My Dearest Paige,
I cannot express in mere words the guilt, the anguish. Dara assures me your death need not be on my conscience as the future is foretold: That your energy is part of us all. Your blood forever part of me as you were my maker.
August choked, lifting the quill from parchment. He closed his eyes tight, a wave of grief washing over him. Flashes of Paige after she had been struck down flickered through his memories. I should have protected you… He gulped, a stilted breath pushed out. He learned long ago that while he did not need to breathe, not doing so made mortals around him uncomfortable. Therefore, he had mastered the subtleties of a masquerade so he could walk among them without suspicion—now second nature. Dipping the nib in the inkwell, he began again.
The only illusion that exists is one of separation as we are all bound together and will meet over and over again. But you and I— We stood outside of time, in this stasis of existence. We are the ones to watch the world change. And for centuries, we did. I chose to carry the burden of my grief for Margaret. I believe her memory allowed me to hold fast to the humanity you had disdain for. The trials helped me to realize I needed to release the hurt. It no longer serves a purpose. I know the anguish I currently carry for your loss will fuel so very much in the weeks to come—
He set the quill aside when a rush of calm chased away his demons. Dara.
“I am interrupting.” Her earthy scent encompassed him as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “But you were in distress.”
August leaned back, his head nestled against her, relishing the touch of her flowing green hair with wisps of auburn and gold as it swept across his chest. He patted her arms.
“I was saying goodbye to Paige. For centuries I would write to Margaret, and it brought some comfort. It kept her memory alive and assuaged my guilt for the new existence I had to embrace.” Realization made him pause for a moment. “The pattern repeats…”
“Over and over in the cycles,” Dara responded.
Unsure if she understood his epiphany, he turned to face her, rewarded when she slid around and into his lap. “The pattern of losing a woman I’ve loved to tragedy, of writing to her to gain perspective, of…holding on,” he mused.
Forest green eyes met his, the wisdom and calm of the oak comforting. “The battle to come will benefit from wherever you find strength.”
August hummed, burying his face in Dara’s chest, gaining strength there. Ever evolving. His cheek grazed a nipple that tented the gossamer cloth. The first time they were intimate, while she had the overall form of a human female, details such as feminine hair and nipples had been missing. Of course he would have never complained, assuming it natural. But subtle things had changed each time they met. He opted not to comment on them, grateful if she purposefully changed for him but also discreet enough not to call attention to it if she did not.
The simple act of forcing air into lungs that did not need it, only to let it out slowly in a sigh, helped to center him, to tie him to his human appearance. “The battle… I’m glad you won’t be there. I’m not sure what I would do if anything happened to you. I don’t think I’m strong enough to lose another,” he confessed.
“I am with you till eternities end,” she responded simply, the weight of her words ringing true in his ear.
The sounds of the rest of the coven, now disbanded, having felt Paige’s passing, filtered up to him. The truth of their feelings about Paige had become clear when he returned, and while they all mourned her loss, each experienced it differently. Indeed, one had professed his hatred for Paige and had taken his leave the moment August had confirmed the details. The others bickered over who would stay in the house, who would keep the artifacts, who would… It didn’t matter. His place was with Dara. So, he packed his belongings and passed them through the dream road for Dara to store for him. All that remained were his old writing desk and the writing instruments. But this project he could not hurry. Besides, saving it guaranteed his success, did it not? For how could he perish when he had yet to say farewell to his maker?
*
Cameron
“Jacks…” Cameron growled under his breath, pacing the bedroom where his mother slept peacefully. He shot a resentful look at Nathen who sat on the floor, his laptop open, staring blankly. No doubt talking with his new love—SpArk. And August! Off with Dara.
Cameron replayed memories. August had empathized, having been shown what Jacks was capable of but for some reason seemed to take it all in stride. “There are so many monsters out there. Better to have them on our side, wouldn’t you think?” Cameron tried to explain Jacks was the farthest from “on their side” than could be imagined, but August in his infuriatingly calm and collected way greeted and welcomed the man. August had gracefully led the entire interaction. While Cameron and Nathen were reeling, August displayed respectful charm. He introduced himself, ushered Cameron and Nathen into the other room with directions for them to check on Maria, and then returned to have a pleasant conversation with Jacks. He professionally and succinctly brought Jacks up to speed and, to his credit, Jacks shifted from arrogant jackass into all-business mode asking strategic questions. The two planned to rendezvous the following day after nightfall in order to regroup and Jacks had been…manipulated into coordinating travel?
“I am wondering how to go about arranging travel for the whole group. There’s Cameron, Nathen, you, and me, but also potentially four others. I could start looking into airlines for the seven of us and—”
Jacks cut August off. “I’ll have our company’s plane ready on the runway. We will rendezvous here at 18:00 as sunset is shortly after. We can discuss strategy on the plane. From here to New York is a three-hour flight, which will give us plenty of time. Once there, I will have a car scheduled to take us to one of the company’s strongholds.” At that, Jacks stood and shook August’s hand.
Cameron marveled at the memory. August had so masterfully manipulated Jacks no one would have guessed. The realization shook Cameron from his grousing. His attention turned to Nathen, who spun in an autistic overload. As he focused on Nathen’s mind, sparks of thought bombarded him: the ramifications—Jacks alive—reconstituted—nanites—the explosion—Cameron dying—what he had done to save him—Jacks’s atrocities—Jacks alive—nanites—Paradigm—Impetus—fae—the explosion—HR in the boardroom—HR on the phone—HR in New Orleans—nanites—the ritual to rid them of nanites—
Cameron sighed and knelt beside Nathen. His kiss or a touch wouldn’t soothe Nathen, so he sent a wave of calm across him. Nathen slumped some, but he needed time to process so stared on. He’d snap out of it.
Cameron came to rest on the floor, lost in his own thoughts, grateful Maria and Julia were okay. Julia had left to find food but would be returning shortly. Serge and Alfonso had left to investigate what had become of their home but had promised to check in later. The battle—the arachnoid monsters—the fire that had engulfed the house and destroyed Paige—all played out in his mind, and he found himself drifting off as exhaustion overcame him.
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Meet the AuthorSean Ian O’Meidhir is a psychologist who lives in San Francisco, California. Sean is a hedonist who believes in living for today, living every day to the fullest, and enjoying as much as possible. Sean has been gaming since adolescence and has written about and played hundreds of lives, reveling in the chance to take on new personalities, dramas, even disorders.
Connal Braginsky is a software engineer who lives in San Diego, California. Diagnosed with high functioning autism, Connal sometimes struggles in social situations, but has an inner world that is always incredibly rich. With an insatiable thirst for knowledge about many esoteric things, Connal brings a lot of personal philosophies and interests to writing
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November 16, 2025
The Custodian Trilogy Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Action Adventure Thriller
Eradicate
The Custodian Trilogy, Book One
Publisher: Rough Edges Press
Published: January 21, 2025
Baptized in fire. Sworn to honor. Bred for blood.
Kyle Quinn, a former elite operative turned black ops mercenary, is a “Custodian” trained to execute the world’s most dangerous missions. But when he’s assigned to dismantle a child abduction cult buried deep in Louisiana’s Cajun underworld, the mission takes a personal turn. The cult is tied to his dark past—and to the man he fears most: his own father.
What begins as a straight-forward mission spirals into a relentless battle of survival, forcing Quinn to face the sinister Tenet family, a web of deceit, and an assassin whose skills mirror his own. As Quinn uncovers long-buried secrets, his ultimate confrontation with his father tests the limits of his strength, morality, and resolve.
Prepare for a high-octane thrill ride filled with relentless action, shocking revelations, and a hero who redefines justice.
Ready to join Kyle Quinn on his mission? Grab your copy of Eradicate today and experience a story that will leave you breathless.
Fans of Vince Flynn and Lee Child will devour this pulse-pounding start to a gripping new series.
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Eviscerate
The Custodian Trilogy, Book Two
Publisher: Rough Edges Press
Published: February 14, 2025
Forged in Fire. Bound by Creed. Relentless in Retribution.
After dismantling a child-abduction cult and confronting the horrors of his past, black-ops mercenary Kyle Quinn, known as “The Custodian,” emerges with a renewed purpose: to protect the vulnerable and eradicate the worst of the worst. But leaving his past behind is easier said than done, especially when his next mission forces him to face an enemy as cunning and lethal as himself.
Tasked with taking down a revived Sinaloa Cartel in Austin, Texas, Quinn steps into a shadowy world of human trafficking and terror. With a new leader, a dangerous product flooding the streets, and untold power at their fingertips, the cartel threatens the very fabric of Quinn’s country. But they aren’t his only challenge.
A mysterious assassin emerges—one whose skills and strategies mirror Quinn’s in chilling ways. As the deadly game unfolds, Quinn is forced into a battle not just for survival, but for the truth about his own identity and the purpose of his fight.
With everything he thought he knew crumbling around him, Quinn must decide how far he’s willing to go—and what he’s willing to sacrifice—to bring justice to the darkness.
Packed with explosive action, gripping suspense, and shocking twists, Eviscerate will keep you hooked until the final page. Ready to stand with Kyle Quinn against the forces of evil? Pick up your copy today and join the fight.
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Extricate
The Custodian Trilogy, Book Three
Publisher: Rough Edges Press
Published: March 14, 2025
Own Your Past, Accept the Pain, Rise to Redemption.
Kyle Quinn, once the elite black-ops mercenary known as “The Custodian,” has broken the unbreakable code of his guild. Betraying the manipulative Priest has made him the target of the world’s deadliest assassins—his former allies. But survival isn’t enough. To free himself from Priest’s shadow, Quinn must face his greatest enemy, no matter the cost.
Even as the onslaught intensifies, Quinn uncovers a sinister conspiracy shaping his life since birth. To destroy Priest and escape the web of deceit, he must confront his darkest fears, heal old wounds, and fight for the family he’s vowed to protect.
When justice and vengeance blur, and the line between savior and sinner disappears, how far will Quinn go to end the fight that began long ago?
The final chapter of Kyle Quinn’s journey is here. Will he find freedom…or fall to the darkness? Pick up your copy today to find out.
Jarrett Mazza is a graduate of Goddard College’s MFA in Creative Writing Program in Plainfield, Vermont as well as The Humber School For Writers. Before completing his terminal degree, Jarrett studied writing at the University of Toronto School of Continuing Studies and completed the Novel Writing class at Sheridan College under award-winning writer, Melodie Campbell. He has also taught in a Writer’s Craft classroom at his former high school, and at Mohawk College in the Continuing Education department, has had stories published online in the GNU Journal, Bewildering Stories, Trembling With Fear, Aphelion, Silver Empire Publishing, The Scarlet Leaf Review, and Toronto Prose Mill, Zimbell House Publishing. He will also be featured in forthcoming anthologies entitled Mother’s Ghost Grim and The Killer Collection Anthology, both published by NBH Publishers, as well as another by MuseWrite, an anthology that features work by underrepresented voices and another by Dragon Soul Press, both set to be released in 2020. He has published two trilogies with Rough Edges Press, the Doormen trilogy and the Kyle Quinn “Custodian” series.
He lives in Hamilton, Ontario.
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