Diversity, Equity & Inclusion

As a retired Pre-K Head Start/Kindergarten Teacher, I understand the power of diversity, equity, and inclusion. For over twenty years, I taught and modeled how to implement these three simple words in my classroom every day.

I’m not trying to cheapen these three powerful words by using the word ‘simple’. My aim is to draw attention to how such a simple concept has become corrupted by extremists. Why is treating others with human dignity ‘woke’?

I just don’t understand and I know youngsters feel the same way. Woke is fair, and every child knows when they’re not being treated fairly. “That’s not fair!” is a common exclamation among children. I’m sure you said it when you were a kid. I know I did.

Robert Flughum summarized how to be a decent human being in his book All I Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten.

Here is a list of the key concepts from the book:

  1. Share everything.
  2. Play Fair.
  3. Don’t hit people.
  4. Put things back where you found them.
  5. Clean up your own mess.
  6. Don’t take things that aren’t yours.
  7. Say you’re SORRY when you HURT somebody.
  8. Wash your hands before you eat.
  9. Flush.
  10. Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.
  11. Live a balanced life- learn some and drink some and draw some and paint some and sing and dance and play and work every day some.
  12. Take a nap every afternoon.
  13. When you go out into the world, watch out for traffic, hold hands, and stick together.
  14. Be aware of wonder. Remember the little seed in the Styrofoam cup: The roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that.
  15. Goldfish and hamster and white mice and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup – they all die. So do we.
  16. And then remember the Dick-and-Jane books and the first word you learned – the biggest word of all – “LOOK!”

How I wish people, myself included, would remember these tenets when they grow up and realize their actions or lack thereof have far-reaching consequences.

I’m outraged that MAGA removed DEI from federal institutions. We’ve already seen the effects on the mainstream media. Joy Reid’s departure from MSNBC is one example of an ever-growing ocean of disparity toward people of color and women.

We must hold fast to our core American principle: Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness for all!

The sentence doesn’t say for the few, for the ultra-rich, for white people only. It says FOR ALL!

Janet & Chris Morris Guest Post

What is something unique/quirky about you?

Together we breed Morgan horses. We consult with Morgan breeders to help them choose crosses to their stock to achieve a desired result.

We are also musicians; Janet plays bass guitar, Chris sings and plays guitar. We have an album on MCA records. Look for Christopher Crosby Morris on Soundcloud or N1M.com 

Can you, for those who don’t know you already, tell something about yourself and how you became an author?

Janet wrote her first novel, High Couch of Silistrain 1975; a friend sent it to an agent who chose to represent her; she had already written the second book in the Silistra Quartet and her agent told her not to disclose that until they finalized the contract for the first one.

When the publisher learned of the others, Bantam Books bought the succeeding three. When the fourth book was published, the series already had four million copies in print.

Suddenly Janet was a novelist specializing in environmental, gender, historical and political subjects. In the process, Chris started as her editor and ultimately a co-writer. Since then, she and Chris have co-authored many books.

Who is your hero and why?

Heraclitus of Ephesus, a pre-socratic philosopher, whose Cosmic Fragments foreshadow our knowledge of reality and how to perceive it. Among his precepts is the statement that change alone is unchanging. We’ve worked Heraclitus’ fragments in here and there throughout our books.

Which of your novels can you imagine being made into a movie?

All of them. We write cinematically, our books are vivid adventures we undertake without knowing the destination.  I, the Sun, The Sacred Band, and Outpassage are particularly suited to film. The Threshold Series is a feast of opportunities for today’s special effects creators.

Advice to writers?

As for advice to writers, here is all we know: write the story you want to read. Start at the beginning, go to the end, and stop.

Seriously. From start to finish you must inhabit the construct in a manner that makes the reader choose to continue; if we as writers can’t feel what it’s like being there, our readers can’t either.

Close your eyes, look at your feet where they are standing on the story’s ground; tell us what you see. Tell us what you hear. Ask at the end of each paragraph ‘what happens next?’.

If you lose touch with it wait until you’re back inside it. Tell the story that comes to you, and from you, to us.

Lovers In Hell Book Tour & Giveaway

Only fools fall in love, and hell is filled with fools.

Lovers in Hell

A Heroes in Hell Anthology

created by Janet Morris

Genre: Dark Fantasy Anthology

Only fools fall in love, and hell is filled with fools.

Our damned lovers include: Christopher Marlowe and Will Shakespeare, Napoleon and Wellington, Orpheus and Eurydice, Hatshepsut and Senenmut, Abelard and Heloise, Helen and Penelope, Saint Teresa and Satan’s Reaper, Madge Kendall and the Elephant Man, and more . . . — all of whom pay a hellish price for indulging their affections.

Shakespeare said “To be wise and love exceeds man’s might,” and in Lovers in Hell, the damned in hell exceed all bounds as they search for their true loves, punish the perfidious, and avoid getting caught up in Satan’s snares. In ten stories of misery and madness, hell’s most loveless seek to slake the thirst that can never be quenched, and find true love amid the lies of ages.

Includes:

Never Doubt I Love – Janet Morris and Chris Morris

Love Interrupted –  Nancy Asire

Lovers Sans Phalli – S. E. Lindberg

Fume of Sighs – Janet Morris and Chris Morris

Calamity – Michael E. Dellert

Love Triangle – Michael H. Hanson

A Hand of Four Queens – A. L. Butcher

Devil’s Trull – Andrew P. Weston

Withering Blights – Joe Bonadonna

Wrath of Love – Janet Morris and Chris Morris

Excerpt from Hell Gate – Andrew P. Weston

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Love in the Afterlife, Part I

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Never Doubt I Love

Janet and Chris Morris

“Doubt that the stars are fire,

Doubt that the sun doth move,

Doubt truth to be a liar,

But never doubt I love.”

William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act II

“Love in hell makes beggars of us all!” Cheeks flushed, Shakespeare reproved Kit Marlowe, scorning today’s woes and fears with a paraphrase from Antony and Cleopatra.

“I’m the beggar here, not you. Lest you forget, those words rang truer as first writ: ‘There’s beggary in love that can be reckoned.’ I’ve had my reckoning from your Archfiend while you stood by, besotted.” Kit glowered at Will.

Overhead, Paradise snubbed them, unattainable, smug, as they surveyed Christopher Marlowe’s demolished Rose playhouse. Kit pulled his slashed leather jerkin tight over doublet and linen he’d worn far too long. Ever since flood and tidal wave sent his Bankside audience diving for cover, he’d shirked a codpiece, girding on his stabbing sword instead.

Marlowe meant to wound Shakespeare’s fragile pride, dismiss him and drive him off. Will mustn’t be here—not now, when Kit had an appointment scheduled, one both sensitive and secret. At this most inconvenient time, the Bard of Avon appears, unexpected, unbidden, and unwelcome. Kit must send Will packing well before the rendezvous.

Trembling with ire to his lacy cuffs, Shakespeare waggled a finger at Kit. “You yet think Satan creates your misfortune? ’Tis not the devil but your sylphic savior, the famous J, who turns your fate foul with her Bible verse and her big doe eyes.”

At the mention of J the Yahwist, Kit drew back, boots crunching hazelnut shells on muddy cobbles. Basta. Enough of this. He’d try another tack. “Look you long at my flattened Rose, and tell me how J caused such devastation.” A mere stone’s throw from Shakespeare’s Globe, Kit’s Rose Theatre lay in splinters. Lost to looters were its seats, its every curtain, its rigging, props, and treasures.

The choosy tsunami that destroyed the Rose had preserved Will’s Globe entire. These days in the theatre district only the Globe stood tall by the river, a house owned by Shakespeare, run by Shakespeare, and favored by every fiend and demon in New Hell’s vast domain. For Kit to stage any play henceforth, he must kiss Will’s arse to wheedle a pittance for acting or directing whatever Shakespeare’s patron devil chose.

“Did J not return your words to you, Marley? I liked you better without them. And without her. J stands for jade, that’s certain.”

“Leave off, Will,” Marlowe warned, truth sticking in his craw. “Go home.”

But Shakespeare was yet warming to his subject: “How long didst thou profess to love me, you flesh-monger, committed fornicator, buggle boe, meddler in my doings, before your callet J showed her face? Is it her pie you’d rather eat? Her saddle you’d rather ride? I’ve yet to ask Abbadon to rot that rod right off your crotch.”

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About the Authors

Best selling author Janet Morris began writing in 1976 and has since published more than 30 novels, many co-authored with her husband Chris Morris or others.

Most of her fiction work has been in the fantasy and science fiction genres, although she has also written historical and other novels. Morris has written, contributed to, or edited several book-length works of non-fiction, as well as papers and articles on nonlethal weapons, developmental military technology and other defense and national security topics.

Christopher Crosby Morris (born 1946) is an American author of fiction and non-fiction, as well as a lyricist, musical composer, and singer-songwriter. He is married to author Janet Morris.

He is a defense policy and strategy analyst and a principal in M2 Technologies, Inc. He writes primarily as Chris Morris, but occasionally uses pseudonyms.

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Barracuda Bay Book Tour & Giveaway

She’s the first female police detective in Acapulco.

Barracuda Bay 

Detective Emilia Cruz Book 9

by Carmen Amato 

Genre: Mystery, Thriller, Female Detective 

Political corruption turns Acapulco’s first female police detective into a fugitive on the run . . . in Washington DC.

“A thrilling series” — National Public Radio

In a derelict building for sale, Acapulco police detective Emilia Cruz stumbles on the body of a woman brutally shot to death. Incredibly, the victim was the sister of Acapulco’s ambitious mayor, who is running for re-election against an opponent with deep pockets.

Emilia’s investigation is immediately under pressure for a fast result. The victim’s ex-boyfriend has a suspiciously weak alibi but is the crime scene the key to finding the murderer? The building was once used for a secret Mexican government operation targeting a ruthless drug lord.

Meanwhile, there’s a conspiracy within the police department to force Emilia out.

Before Emilia can save her job or arrest her prime suspect, she’s sent on an errand of mercy to Washington, DC.

There she becomes a fugitive hunted by killers masquerading as cops. Alone, desperate and on the run, Emilia turns for help to a man she once vowed to murder.

He’s her only chance to survive a deadly game of political intrigue on the wrong side of the border.

From Acapulco’s beaches to the streets of Washington, DC, the stakes couldn’t be higher in this electrifying, page-turning thriller.

2019 and 2020 Poison Cup award, Outstanding Series – CrimeMasters of America

“Emilia is a character who is close to my heart” – MysterySequels

“Amato brings her characters to life with her vivid writing style and sets them on the streets of a Mexico steeped in Catholicism and corruption” – OnlineBookClub.org

With unflinching authenticity from the author’s own espionage and counterdrug experience in Mexico and Central America, this is a female detective mystery series like no other.

The Emilia Cruz series is for fans of international mystery and crime by Ian Rankin, Jo Nesbo, Ann Cleeves, Donna Leon and Liza Marklund, plus the Department Q series by Jussi Adler-Olsen. Fans of Don Winslow’s cartel and border thrillers set in Mexico love the plots torn from the headlines of the Detective Emilia Cruz police series set in Acapulco.

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Excerpt from BARRACUDA BAY: A Detective Emilia Cruz Novel by Carmen Amato

Casa de Plata looked just the same except for the yellow crime scene tape proclaiming PROHIBIDO EL PASO zigzagging across the massive front entrance. Emilia peeled it back on one side and unlocked the door.

The huge echoing foyer was the same as well. Emilia didn’t bother to turn on the chandelier. She wasn’t there to gaze upward.

The crime scene techs had come and gone but she combed the entire building, checking for door locks that looked to have been jimmied open and finding nothing. She even studied the balconies from all angles and concluded that the only way someone could have accessed a balcony from the outside would be to swing Tarzan-style over the razor-topped perimeter wall.

Each of the two ground floor apartments had a French door that opened to a patio running the full width of the rear of the building. In Casa de Plata’s heyday, the doors would have allowed for a beautiful view of gracious living. Now all that remained were paving stones choked with weeds, shards of half a dozen terracotta planters, and an abandoned wrought iron table slowly turning into a heap of rust.

She went back inside and unlocked the door to the apartment where Monica had been killed. She stood in the silent dining room. The crime scene techs had taken the armchair away, presumably for forensic study, but Emilia was more interested in the faint streaks it left on the terrazzo floor. 

“You were sitting here,” Emilia muttered as she squatted by the chair. Dust motes swirled gently in the air, illuminated by sunlight filtered through the grimy windows. “Eating all sorts of different tapas. There must have been lots of small plates or takeout boxes.”

Certainly Monica had not been there by herself. No, someone else sat across from the woman, sharing an impromptu but elegant picnic complete with linens and champagne.

Until something spooked her. Monica pushed herself away from the table hard enough to leave skid marks on the floor. Raised her hands to ward off danger. The killer had faced her, with the table between them. Two shots, one through each hand. 

She straightened up, looking at the clean tabletop and mute row of chairs on the other side. A tablecloth would have prevented fingerprints and made cleanup easy. No extra bullets that missed the target and hit the wall or chair. No wasted energy. The nerve to shoot a defenseless woman while staring straight at her.

“Her date was either lucky or a pro,” Emilia said, thinking aloud. “He shoots her. Takes her purse and cell phone, then gathers up the tablecloth with all the leftovers and walks out.”

Either way, the killer was someone Monica knew and trusted. Was comfortable eating and drinking with them.

But why here? Why Casa de Plata? Was there a federale angle to this? Lieutenant Campos rose up in her mind’s eye. He was slick and trendy. Not at all the somber federale officer of public imagination. 

Help me. 

An invisible hand touched Emilia’s cheek. She flinched so hard that her feet went out from under her.

Her hip hit the floor first, then her right shoulder. Emilia twisted to keep her head from cracking like an egg against the terrazzo. She was instantly dazzled by sparks of pain shooting from thigh to neck. 

Her phone rang. Breathing hard, Emilia managed to roll onto her stomach and extract it from the back pocket of her jeans.

“Where the hell are you?” Silvio thundered. He didn’t wait for an answer. “Never mind. Meet me downtown. We found Monica Montoya’s car.”

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A 30-year veteran of the Central Intelligence Agency, Carmen Amato writes the contemporary Detective Emilia Cruz series pitting the first female police detective in Acapulco against Mexico’s cartels, corruption, and social inequality.

Beginning with Cliff Diver, it’s a 2-time winner of the Outstanding Series award from CrimeMasters of America and a 4-time finalist for the Silver Falchion award, lauded by Kirkus Reviews as “Danger and betrayal never more than a few pages away.” 

Carmen Amato is also the 2023 winner of the Silver Falchion Award for Best Historical for Murder at the Galliano Club, inspired by her grandfather’s experiences as a deputy sheriff during Prohibition.

Her standalone thrillers include The Hidden Light of Mexico City, which was longlisted for the 2020 Millennium Book Award. 

Carmen is a recipient of both the National Intelligence Award and the Career Intelligence Medal.

She has been a judge for the BookLife Prize and Killer Nashville’s Claymore Award. Her work has appeared in Huffpost, Criminal Element, Publishers Weekly, and other national publications. 

Originally from upstate New York, after years of globe-trotting she and her husband enjoy life in Tennessee.

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First Elite Book Tour & Giveaway

When vengeance becomes your only purpose, how far will you go?

First Elite 

Foundra Series Book 3 

by Emmanuel M. Arriaga 

Genre: Science Fiction, Space Opera 

When vengeance becomes your only purpose, how far will you go?

Grief-stricken and betrayed, Neven Kenk embarks on a dangerous mission to avenge his wife, whose life was stolen in a brutal act of violence.

Paired with Tashanira, a fierce Uri warrior, and Ellipse, a sentient AI, they embark on a daring mission to hunt down the killer, Entradis.

But when their mission ends in catastrophe, they are forced to abandon the hunt and are removed from active duty in the Founder’s Elites.

Their quest for redemption takes them to the farthest reaches of the Twin Galaxies, where they uncover fragments of a forgotten history and the veiled truths of their existence.

But their journey leads to a revelation none of them are prepared for. The trio confronts the legendary First Elite and faces the harrowing cost of service to the immortal Founders of the Huzien Empire.

Blending rich world-building, emotional depth, and epic adventure, First Elite explores the strength it takes to rebuild after loss and the unyielding price of loyalty in a galaxy teeming with intrigue and high-stakes politics.

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Pride of Ashna 

Foundra Series Book 2 

In the Outer Rim, a lawless region of space filled with violence, a young girl vows vengeance against the marauding pirate bands who brutally murdered her family.

After enlisting with the zealous matriarchal Ashna Maidens who attempt to police the Outer Rim, Serah’Elax quickly becomes a powerful weapon.

Meanwhile, a ruthless pirate band has taken over a cruise ship deep within Alliance space.

They run into unexpected trouble when they encounter a few members of the highly trained force of military specialists known as the Founder’s Elites, who happened to be vacationing on the vessel.

Disturbed by the boldness of the pirates, the Alliance tasks the rest of the Founder’s Elites with dealing a powerful blow to the marauders, who normally operate in the Outer Rim, once and for all.

However, they quickly discover that things in the Outer Rim are not as expected.

The young warrior and Founder’s Elites must come together to face an extradimensional threat left over from the Rift War that seeks to turn the last bastion of safety in the Outer Rim into something that could threaten the entire Twin Galaxies.

Will the new allies have the cunning necessary to defeat this insidious threat or will it tear the Ashna Maidens apart from the inside?

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Foundra 

Foundra Series Book 1 

A powerful force known as the Enesmic permeates every aspect of the universe. It powers the mystical art of Cihphism which allows a gifted few to manipulate the very world around them. But something has gone terribly wrong.

When the flow of the Enesmic shifts, the most powerful Cihphist in the galaxy, Soahc, can sense that something is coming.

Unable to convince other Cihphists to act, Soahc takes his apprentice and sets out to find the source of the disturbance.

As colonies across the Huzien Alliance are attacked by terrifying creatures, a prodigy named Neven is recruited to join the Founder’s Elites, a highly skilled squad of specialists from across the galaxy.

Under the direct command of Lanrete, their immortal leader, they join forces with Soahc and set off to discover where the creatures are coming from.

The Founder’s Elites uncover an ancient threat from another plane of existence that threatens life as they know it.

With a race against the clock and a terrifying war machine from eons past churning once more, will they be able to stop the engine of death, or will they be consumed by it?

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First Elite

by

Emmanuel M Arriaga

The effects of the Enesmic Shipyards erected by Sagren during the Rift War appear non-reversable. Life will never again flourish here.

-FROM “ENESMIC SHIPYARD EFFECTS ON TRICA VII”

MINSCI METABASE

  1. 1.- Neven Kenk

80123 FA (Present Day)

Foundra Ascension orbiting the Paradise Planet Genmatha, Huzien Alliance space

The steady, monotone beeping of the heart monitor blared across the medical deck. 

Zun Shan’s unmoving body was suspended in a complex surgical station and cordoned off behind a stasis field.

Her neck was at an odd angle, and her hazelnut brown, angular eyes were lifeless and hollow. Her chest wasn’t rising or falling in the universal life-signaling act of breathing known to most species across the galaxy.

Instead, a drone was busy at work rapidly rebuilding the fist-sized hole in her chest.

The one where her heart should have been. 

Jenshi Runso, chief medical officer aboard the Foundra Ascension, was methodically commanding the army of drones.

His face was hard. Emotionless. Jenshi was known for his intense focus—that uncanny ability to shut everything out.

Neven Kenk, a Human pressed against the field surrounding Zun, wished Jenshi wasn’t quite so skilled at ignoring him.

Neven’s jade-green eyes trailed over Zun’s tanned form, slowly tracing the light black esha marks running the length of her body.

He remembered her touch and the warmth of her skin as they held hands on the beach, both finding the mix of her tanned skin tone and his dark olive a thing of beauty.

He recalled how her smile lit up his life every time she ran her fingers across his muscular chest—molded to perfection over two years of grueling sparring sessions with merciless combat trainers. 

He closed his eyes, forcing himself to breathe. But behind his lids, the cold blue eyes and wicked grin of Zun’s attacker stared back at him. 

Entradis.

Neven, move! Ellipse, his personal Synaptic Systems Intelligence, or SSI, shouted in his mind. He’s going to kill you! 

Neven was frozen, his body numb. His eyes hung on Zun’s lifeless form as her blood changed the white sand to a dark shade of red. The soft hues of the setting sun were replaced by blinding lights all around him, and the intensity of it caused him to shield his eyes. The light was replaced by a wall of power armors jutted up out of the white sand of the beach, many of them closing instantly upon materializing, except for one directly in front of him. 

Get in! Ellipse urged Neven forward. Acting without conscious thought, he lunged, pulling himself into the back of the power armor. 

As it sealed around him, unseen forces knocked many of the other power armors away. It was the unmistakable work of Enesmic weaving—the powerful ability only usable by Cihphists. It was a power Neven had never had.

The freshly cleared path established a line of sight between Neven and Entradis.

“Beginning spinal realignment and neurological repair.” Jenshi’s words snapped Neven back to reality. 

He watched as another drone finished connecting a series of tiny thin nanotubes along the back of her skull, down her neck, and most of her back. A loud crack echoed throughout the deck as her head shifted, becoming less macabre in angle.

Many of the tubes exited her body, while the remaining ones moved rapidly in and out of her skin around the central part of her neck and across her skull, quickly working to rebuild the tendons, nerve endings, and grey matter. Another drone moved to assist, rebuilding the tissue in tandem with the other machines.

“Sweet irony.” Entradis reached out and clenched his fist. The area around them trembled at the terrible swirling of Enesmic energy. 

A hum sounded from the primary power core as Neven’s power armor flared to life, and its innate defenses held the crushing Enesmic force at bay. Neven’s power armor glowed bright blue, and the cooling system let off a hiss as Entradis ceased his attack.

“Not this time, monster,” Neven broadcasted from his armor. “The Yuvan system I created will prevent you from killing any more Secnics in their power armors.”

A neural interface link slapped against the back of Neven’s neck, locking in place. He winced; the emergency link was less comfortable than his standard interface suit. A tingling sensation ran down his spine, signaling his nervous system syncing with the control interface.

Neven growled, rage blurring his vision. The power armor lunged forward with incredible speed. 

Entradis shifted out of the way, using Enesmic forces to accelerate his body to inhuman speeds. Even with the boost, he only narrowly avoided a crazed Neven.

No! Neven, we must flee! Ellipse shouted.

“He just killed Zun, Ellipse.” Neven’s tone was cold. 

Then we fight to the end, Ellipse said. 

There was sadness in her voice. The other power armors came to life under her control. Dual Fephonic shoulder cannons emerged from their dens, unleashing blasts of energized plasma at Entradis. 

Entradis was knocked to the ground. The blasts impacted his barrier with devastating effectiveness. Scrambling up, Entradis shaped some Enesmic power into a rope and pulled it taut.Let’s dance.” He grinned.

“Cardiovascular system reconstruction complete,” intoned the soft SI voice of the medical deck. 

Jenshi didn’t respond, his eyes glued to one of the many holodisplays around him. A holographic representation of Zun’s spinal system appeared outside of her body. He walked over to the display and tapped a series of sections, immediately sending drones to work on those portions of her body. 

He examined another holodisplay, briefly meeting Neven’s gaze along the way. Without acknowledgment, he tapped the screen and sent more drones into action.

Entradis ripped one of the power armors apart, using the powerful Enesmic force to peel back sections of the armor. Once he detected no soft Human center, he abandoned the target and pursued another. 

Neven worked with the power armors, each attacking with their entire arsenal as he hid in plain sight, each armor a replica, mimicking his actions.

Entradis lunged into one of the power armors, his hands angled forward like claws as he dug into the machine in a frenzy. He ripped off the chest plate and roared, sending a torrent of Enesmic energy into the armor so it would expand as if hornets were swarming inside. It exploded in a rain of debris as Entradis lunged at the next power armor, tackling it to the ground. He raised his hands, formed fists, and brought them down, releasing a wave of Enesmic energy like a hammer. He repeated that action with inhuman speed. 

Neven could hardly discern the movements, even as the power armor flattened under the assault. 

Entradis turned his gaze on Neven. The look terrified him deeply. 

He smothered that part of himself with burning rage. Raising his arms, Neven pointed them at Entradis as shock blasters rose from his wrists. Each of the remaining power armors around him mirrored the action, all of them firing at the same time. 

The intense blasts ripped through Entradis’s barrier. He gasped and flipped backward, quickly dropping behind cover. The continued assault destroyed the barrier, leaving a trail of molten sand in its wake. Entradis reached out and grabbed a large boulder from the water, and launched it into the nearest power armor. The sheer force of the impact punched through the shield, destroying the armor.

Only Neven’s power armor and a final dummy armor remained. Entradis stalked toward them. Neven roared as he and the other armor charged at Entradis in tandem. 

A series of small drones appeared and aligned down Zun’s spine, while others came to rest on her new heart and at various points on her head. 

“Ready to begin nervous system restart,” the SI voice prompted.

“Initialize,” Jenshi said. 

A series of electromagnetic pulses emanated from each of the mini drones. Zun’s body convulsed in the air, and the pulses stopped abruptly. 

Nothing. 

Jenshi narrowed his eyes, his gaze going to a nearby holodisplay as he analyzed the results. He tapped a few more places on the holodisplay, sending the larger drones quickly back to work.

“I haven’t had this much fun in some time.” Entradis peeled back the broken shell of Neven’s power armor. He grabbed Neven by the neck, lifting him out of the broken shell. 

Neven spat in his face as Entradis grinned. 

Entradis summoned an energy blade and plunged it forward, but a familiar blade intercepted the Enesmic weapon. A kick to Entradis’s chest quickly separated them.

Neven rolled to his feet, glancing at his savior.

Founder Lanrete of the Huzien Empire stood with his sword, Divinebreath, in his light brown hand. There was murder in his eyes, his long, white mane of hair wild with fury. Jessica Olic was at his side, her silver gaze catching on Zun’s body.

Entradis let out a low whistle. “Wondered when you’d show up.”

Lanrete charged him, their weapons connecting in a flash. Their movements became a blur as Entradis kept up with Lanrete’s speed. Lanrete sought to push Entradis back with his raw strength, but Entradis matched the founder with the same intensity. 

Shifting backward, Entradis lifted a few pieces of debris with Enesmic forces and hurled them at Neven. 

Jessica Olic tackled Neven out of the way; the debris missed his head by a split second. 

Lanrete charged forward, but Entradis clenched his fist, uttering a word of power as he vanished. 

Cursing, Lanrete glanced around but to no avail. There was no trace of Entradis. 

His eyes caught Zun Shan’s body in the sand, Jenshi already by her side. Lanrete’s gaze went back to meet Neven’s. The profound sadness in Neven’s gaze was mirrored in Lanrete’s weathered expression.

Jenshi initiated another pulse, making Zun’s body convulse again in the air. 

The pulse stopped, but her body remained limp. 

Jenshi repeated the process six more times before slamming both fists on a nearby table, causing the holodisplay within to flicker. 

Neven slumped to the ground, tears in his eyes as he stared helplessly at Jenshi.

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About the Author 

Emmanuel Arriaga is a sci-fi author trapped in the body of a Product Manager. With a 14+ year background in engineering, cybersecurity, and infrastructure, Emmanuel received education from Pennsylvania State University and Stanford Graduate School of Business.

He’s held roles building products for people in emerging markets, creating privacy and security safeguards for users on the Android platform, improving core experiences for creators on YouTube, and is currently at Google Play, ensuring the integrity of developers within the Play Ecosystem in Silicon Valley.

When the author occasionally breaks free, he publishes award-winning novels such as Foundra and Elevator Quest.

He is best known for the Foundra Series, a sci-fi space opera and National Indie Excellence Award (NIEA) Finalist.

His rich worlds introduce expansive worldbuilding with innovative technologies and concepts.

He is a bronze winner of the Readers’ Favorite Award for Best Young Adult Action Novel and a TopShelf Book Award winner.

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The Art To Online Dating Book Blast

GENRE:  NonFiction

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BLURB:

A step-by-step guide to navigating dating and finding love on the World Wide Web, written by someone with firsthand experience on the topic, and who has also tested the theory on a number of case studies and through research. Authored from a female perspective, directed to a female audience, although potentially an eye opening and helpful read for a male reader too.

This book is not about making you a better person, nor is it a self help book. It is about changing your mindset when embarking on singledom and internet dating to not fear it, by equipping you with the understanding of people’s actions and motives.

Throughout the book you will be guided in setting up your online profile, picking your match, the all important art and the do’s and don’ts through every step of courting someone, all the way to going forward with your ultimate love match!

Reading this book will bring you confidence and or at least clarity. It will make you think about your past experiences and open your eyes to see where they may have gone wrong, and more importantly to ensure the same mistakes don’t happen to you on future experiences.

Long gone are the days of meeting a potential partner in a bar or at a music festival or at parties.

You might be lucky enough to do so, but as time goes on and you get older, or as you and your potentials rely more on technology to meet someone, or as you lose the skills to do so by becoming accustomed to technology, the chances are getting thinner.

There will be fewer parties with fewer single people, or there will be more awkward interactions at these parties, or your friends will grow old and become tired of attending music festivals and going to bars.

Also, let’s face it: as we get older, the music at venues become too loud and we simply just want to have a good conversation, good food, and good wine which brings on more occasions like dinner events and dinner parties.

These are the least likely type of events to meet someone, unless you are lucky enough to be set up by a mutual friend. 

So, you might find yourself single and at a loss. Maybe it simply might be that all your friends are in relationships and you have no one to go out with.

This is where online dating comes into play. Online dating has such a bad stigma, but if you look at it at another way, whilst your friends are becoming old and boring or are in relationships and/or just don’t want to go out anymore for whatever reason, you have an infinite number of potential new people to meet and play with who are in the exact same boat as you.

About The Author:

I successfully found love online using historical principles, understanding people’s motives and actions, listening to the right people, as well as trusting my own instincts.

I am now married and a mother. I am a business woman with a very successful business, built from extensive networking and relationship management experience. I have received professional mentoring and coaching, which has helped me achieve all of this.

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The Unforgetting Book Tour

Some buried secrets are better left unearthed.

The Unforgetting 

by Bonnie Traymore

Genre: Psychological Thriller, Suspense 

Ten years ago, Reagan’s friend died in a tragic accident.
But what if it wasn’t an accident?

The morning after a raging college graduation party, we found Lanie Martin lying at the bottom of a ravine, her neck snapped in a fatal fall. And I’m not proud of what came next.

Before we called the police, we covered ourselves. Cleaned up from the blow-out at Ella’s cabin in the Adirondacks the night before. Got our stories straight.

Ella begged me not to tell the police what I saw. She insisted that it was an accident—and we all went along. What did I know? I was plastered that night, and large chunks of that evening are missing for me.

But now, in my postpartum state, memories are starting to return, and I can’t help but feel that they might be connected to the soul crushing depression I’ve been experiencing. Is it guilt? Or do I know more than I think I do?

So when I receive Ella’s invitation for a ten-year reunion at her family camp—a gathering of remembrance and healing, she’s calling it—I know I have to go.

Are the memories I’m struggling to recover the key to my moving on? To being able to take care of my infant son and stay married to the perfect man?

Or are they a death sentence for me, too?

“The Unforgetting is a great read filled with tension on every page, stunning twist after twist, and a mind-blowing ending that you’ll never see coming. Highly recommended!” – R.G. Belsky, author of the Clare Carlson series.

The Unforgetting is a riveting, twisty, slow-burn atmospheric thriller that will delight and disturb, in the best possible ways. Highly recommended.” Douglas Corleone, international bestselling author of Falls to Pieces

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PROLOGUE

Ten Years Earlier

The crackling flames feel close. 

Too close.

The heat licks my face. 

“She’s gonna fall in,” I hear someone say. 

Not me. 

They can’t be talking about me.

Because I’m floating.

Floating people can’t fall.

Gyrating to the rhythm of the blaring music, I want to be one with the flames. They dance in a way I envy, shooting up and down in sharp angles, casting shadows over the partiers, giving them a ghoulish look. Some of the people I know. Many I don’t. We twist and writhe and merge with the music.

Nirvana. 

So fitting. 

The smell of burning wood permeates my nostrils, mixing with reefer and patchouli oil. Embers float down like sparkling rubies in the twinkling night sky. A red-hot one lands on my shoulder. I bat it off, singeing the hairs on my hand, but I don’t flinch.

This is what the afterlife must feel like. When you become a bodiless bundle of energy, no longer tethered to the corporal world, free to roam around the atmosphere. 

A blood-curdling scream comes from…somewhere. 

Something bad is happening.

But we don’t stop. 

We can’t stop. 

We keep dancing and laughing and soon the flames are too hot and it’s not fun anymore and I think maybe, just maybe, that was my scream I heard in the woods.

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Bonnie Traymore is the award-winning, Amazon best selling author of page-turner mystery/thrillers that hit close to home.

Her books feature strong but relatable female protagonists. The plots explore difficult topics such as jealousy, infidelity, murder, and the impact of psychological disorders, but she also includes bits of romance and humor to lighten the mood from time to time.

She’s an active status member of International Thriller Writers and Mystery Writers of America.

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