IN THE NEWS: Ex-navy search and rescue pilot Drew Evans< FAMILY HISTORY: His adopted brother is one of the genetically engineered Extraordinary Five DEEPEST SECRET: Haunted by the only mission he failed Hardened hero Drew Evans had thought his tragic past was behind him, until the woman he'd secretly loved–his best friend's widow–stepped back into his solitary life. But single mom Alison Myers was in need of his help to save her ailing son–and quench her own hidden longings. Alison had never expected to see devastatingly handsome Drew again, the one man who made her feel the forbidden stirrings of passion. But could she trust him with the two most precious things in her life…her son and her heart?

Scott Standard is a Coordinator. His job is to settle disputes between worlds who are at war with each other. In the process of doing his job he is randomly attacked by an unusual and unprovoked enemy. His job now is to find who the enemy is and stop these attacks on his organization. With the help of his newly acquired friend he travels the universe searching for the answer.By the year 2335 many cultures and species were living and working through the known universe. That universe covered numerous planets and many light years of distance and most were only reachable by faster than light (FTL) vessels. This did not hamper travel to and from as faster than light capability had long been acquired and distributed. Any world that had, in any way on their own, already reached into or explored outer space in any fashion had the option of receiving or rejecting this FTL knowledge.It was found that no matter what species was encountered, the problems they experience were present in almost all cultures. Outbreaks of hostility was somehow common to all and the prevention of those hostility fell on the Universal Galactic Governing Board (UGGB). This board was made up of representatives, one from each world that had accepted the FTL capability. This conglomerate of species general had only one conferences every five years to record changes in delegates and address universal problems. On the other hand, an emergency meeting could be called at any time if something problematic was encountered that threatened security and peace. The UGGB was not designed to be the peace negotiators nor were they schooled in that capacity. They, however, did setup an organization with this single purpose. This organization's only duty was to try to negotiate a peaceful settlement between worlds who were, for whatever reason, at war with each other. These brave souls who went into harm's way were called Coordinators.

Yale professor Dr. Edward Kender’s father is undergoing chemotherapy when the supply of a critical accompanying drug suddenly runs out. Unwilling to accept the drug company’s disingenuous excuse of production line problems, Dr. Kender hires private investigator Erin Pulask to prove there is something more sinister going on at Schiffer Engel’s manufacturing facility in Indiana. Pulaski uncovers a bombshell – Schiffer Engel’s intentional shortage is bringing in a windfall profit in excess of two billion dollars. When a top Schiffer Engel employee shows up viciously murdered behind the U.S. headquarters, Sherlock and Savich are called in to lend a hand. The murder of a foreign national on federal land can only mean the German drug company has a secret of epic proportions.

A short story. A hitman named Slade takes his latest victim out to the desert and makes him dig his own grave. But this victim isn't who he appears to be.First book in series of five: A novel about how Irish, a heir-servant angel, takes a learning journey with Grace, a very naive and sometimes goofy newly created angel, to teach her about human ways. Irish's journey takes her cross-country to Sewanee, Tn. there, with the help of Aaron, commander of the angel legions, Irish tries to stop Apollyon's assassin from ruining God's plan for the end times. This novel is filled with angelic warfare and action and peppered with appropriate romance and tongue-and-cheek humor. This is the first in a series of five books under the Maranatha Chronicles. Sometimes referred to as the angel series or Christian fantasy.

UPDATED: Uploaded another sample story to the upcoming collection of mysteries. Now includes:- Private Investigation- Barbershop "Otto"This is a book of short stories all written by Angela Koeller. She would like to beg your help. One of these stories, apart from Singing in Limbo, shall become a novel in its own right. Please submit your votes and the final tally will be taken 07.09.14. The chosen story will turned into a novel and published by 07.09.15. Thank you for your time and please enjoy these works.The Sea Girl - A lost girl may be more than she appears.One Tree in a Forest - When you bump into someone on the street, do you ever wonder how they came to be there?Unrequited - Love, when Hell freezes over.Fractured Reflections - One man's crazy is another man's every-day.Singing in Limbo - A heart can ache but still sing.Bittersweet Requiem - Under a rain cloud not far away is a man and a woman.Also included is the first chapter from Ms. Koeller's published novella, Forsaken.

Twenty-six year-old Jessie Scout had endured a life steeped in pain. She had come to Las Vegas, a city of risk, not to gamble. But to collect. This short work won Canada's top literary prize for crime fiction, the Arthur Ellis Award for Best Short Story, presented by the Crime Writers of Canada.Twenty-six year-old Jessie Scout had endured a life steeped in pain. She feared no one. Her heart had travelled to regions few could conjure in dreams. It was reflected in her photo ID card clipped to her chest. Her pretty face was a mystery. A glint of arrogance in her eyes that squinted slightly to offer a smile; a manifestation of righteous contempt for every injustice that had befallen her. It held a vengeful calm. Because she had purchased secrets. Paid in full with her tears. Her blood. She had come to Las Vegas, a city of risk, not to gamble. But to collect.MICHAEL CONNELLY selected "Lightning Rider" for inclusion in DEATH IN VEGAS: New Crime Tales of Gambling and Desperation, the #1 Bestselling anthology on Kindle that he edited.Lighting Rider by Rick Mofina received Canada's top literary prize for crime fiction, the Arthur Ellis Award for Best Short Story presented by the Crime Writers of Canada. It is one of four gripping tales in his crime anthology, DANGEROUS WOMEN & DESPERATE MEN. The International Thriller Writers, The Private Eye Writers of America and The Crime Writers of Canada have listed Rick Mofina's titles as being among the best in the world. Rick Mofina's books have been published in some 20 countries and have been praised by James Patterson, Dean Koontz, Michael Connelly, Lee Child, Tess Gerritsen, Jeffery Deaver, Sandra Brown, James Rollins, Brad Thor, Nick Stone, David Morrell, Allison Brennan, Heather Graham, Linwood Barclay, Peter Robinson, Håkan Nesser and Kay Hooper.

A frightened woman leaves her abusive husband only to find he now intends to kill her. In spite of this, she feels the need to go back to him. Her friends, however, have other ideas, including a fresh romance and a wicked revenge plot.Rickie is a Beverly Hills trophy wife who has only recently escaped her abusive producer husband and finds a newfound freedom in the home of a friend. As the air begins to clear, a new man enters the picture just as her husband sets in motion a plan to take her life. After a failed suicide attempt clears her head, Rickie finally understands what must be done.

For James, the job was just a job, and an extremely boring one at that. Killing bugs was just another way to help the time pass more easily. It was nothing personal, just another part of the job. At least that was how it had always been before ... until the bugs started to take things a bit personally.For James, working as a security guard in a lonely shack out in the middle of nowhere was just a job. The boredom and tediousness was absolutely mind-numbing. But sleeping on the clock was not an option, and his options for keeping himself entertained were extremely limited. Killing bugs was just another way to help the time pass more easily. It was nothing personal, just another part of the job. At least that was how it had always been before ... until the bugs started to take things a bit personally.

The small college town of Crescent has been home to many sources of evil through the years, but none can compare to what is being cultivated now, what has grown in a small potted plant. It all centers around the boarding school of Alliance, and six teens who are trying to find their place in the world, who are willing to use anything, no matter the source, to help them get there.The small college town of Crescent has been home to many sources of evil through the years, but none can compare to what is being cultivated now, what has grown in a small potted plant. It all centers around the boarding school of Alliance, and six teens who are trying to find their place in the world, who are willing to use anything, no matter the source, to help them get there. Rachel may be the beacon of morality, Bill the epitome of friendship, but can either make the right choice when offered more than they could ever dream of? Could the weakest of them actually hold the key to their salvation?This is Part One of Crescent Gorge.

As Jessie prepares to graduate and move forward with a degree in Paranormal Psychology, his haunting past rears its ugly head and weaves him through the web of time until he must question absolutely everything about his current reality."Where am I?" said Jessie. "Botany, Mrs. Turner's class. Does it ring a bell? Light your bulb?" asked Jude. Whatever happened I must have hit my head really hard, Jessie thought. Laying his head on his desk, he tried to remember what he had been doing last, searching for something, the answer to the riddle. He looked down at his desk to see if he could find any clues. There was a botany book on top of the tan colored desk, a pencil, a white sheet of paper containing past notes on the flowers. Mrs. Turner was going on about finals as well as extra credit. Ah! That's right! Jude and I had done a project together on the symbolism of flowers, but why would that be important?Jude interrupted Jessie's concentration. "I thought you said you were going to the lake this weekend? Your grandfather always said we could have the graduation party there." "This weekend," Jessie stammered. “What day is it?" "Monday. Don’t you remember anything from the past twenty-four hours? It's our finals week. Everyone is graduating. You said you'd go check the place out, make sure it's ready. How long has it been since your grandfather has been gone, Jess? Two years now?" Jess sighed, finally remembering the deal he’d made. Jess was going to see what was going on, if the house needed a bit of tidying up before having friends there. It seemed like he was in a time warp. How did he get back from the mansion to his botany class?

It was a spring evening in Washington DC; a chilly autumn morning in Melbourne; it was exactly 22.00 Greenwich Mean Time when a worm entered the computerised control systems of hundreds of Australian prisons and released the locks in many places of incarceration, some of which the hacker could not have known existed. Because Australian prison security was, in the year 2010, mostly designed and sold by American corporations the worm immediately infected 117 US federal correctional facilities, 1,700 prisons, and over 3,000 county jails. Wherever it went, it traveled underground, in darkness, like a bushfire burning in the roots of trees. Reaching its destinations it announced itself: The corporation is under our control. The angel declares you free. Has a young Australian woman declared cyber war on the United States? Or was her Angel Worm intended only to open the prison doors of those unfortunates detained by Australia's harsh immigration policies? Did America suffer collateral damage? Is she innocent? Can she be saved?

It is story of a revengeful elder sister who spoiled the life of her younger sister by seducing her sister's lover!This story is about a real girl who used to love a friend of mine who was able to reunite with my friend as her husband after death of his first wife. With initial hiccup, she was able to win the hearts of her step children and they are now a happy family. However, Madhuri’s character is a fictitious character, far from reality. The reason for their initial break-up was not known to me. Therefore, I have to introduce the character of Madhuri. In fact, she (present wife of my friend) was the only daughter of a teacher. I have made some comments on scrap dealer in the statement of Madhuri just to spice up the story. I do not have any intention to demean the profession of scrap dealing business. They are giving a yeoman service to the society through their business which I always respect.

In the new Cold War battlefield of Indonesia, two old comrades conspire to topple the fledgling democracy. The weapons of this war are not nuclear missiles, but a far more deadly weapon. Money. But without the help of capitalist Anton Zelman their plot will fail. Anton's help comes at a price. But who will pay?A WOMAN IN NEED OF SAVING…Lyric Carmichael is a shifter in trouble. When a pack of rogue wolves attacks her, she knows she will have to fight for her life. Being a member of the Iron Wolves MC and a wolf shifter, she’s used to fighting, with the odds stacked against her, she’s not sure she’ll make it out alive. A BADASS SOLDIER…Rowan Shade, a member of the Special Forces has fought many battles, so wading into the fight to save a gorgeous woman is second nature. Being bitten by Lyric in order to save him from a fate worse than death, and finding out there are supernatural beings, is one of the most erotic experiences of his life. He just hopes they live long enough to explore more of this new and wild world.A LOVE BEYOND REASON…As Rowan and Lyric explore their new relationship, the danger to the pack intensifies. When they find out one of their own has betrayed them, the strength of the entire MC is needed in order for them all to survive the upcoming battle.

In life she was a high-profile model. In death she is the focus of a media firestorm that's demanding action from Lucas Davenport. One of his own men is a suspect in her murder. But when a series of bizarre, seemingly unrelated slayings rock the city, Davenport suspects a connection that runs deeper than anyone had imagined - one that leads to an ingenious killer more ruthless than anyone had feared ...

The thirsty herd of range cattle drove across the desert heading for the water filled arroyo. The old cowboy sat on the cabin porch and watched with young eyes. He lived the dream again. He knew tomorrow would come and with it the reckoning, but it didn't matter anymore. There was only today.And...it was almost over, but one last thing needed to be done.The old cowboy sat in his chair on the porch of the new cabin. He watched the rim of the desert. How many more days would there be? He knew this was his last hurrah.The hired hand didn't understand, but it didn't matter anymore. It was almost over.Today...thought the old man, it has to be today, I feel it in my bones.He sat on the porch and looked at the sky: the hired hand told him there would be no ride today, bad weather coming.As he watched, the clouds were bizarre, all piled up, shouldering one another for the best place, the big ones black and lowering. The pink air thick but so clear, you could almost see tomorrow."My gawd!" the old man cried as he gazed at the sky, "it's the end of the world!"He wanted to sit on the porch and watch but the hired hand hustled him inside the cabin. The rain turned to hail the size of golf balls. So big they could kill a new born calf.The storm finally passed and the sun came out. The old man, the hired hand and the Indian housekeeper went out and sat on the porch and looked at the fresh new world.The edge of the desert grew hazy; the cloud of dust on the horizon grew bigger. "There they are," shouted the old cowboy, "here they come!"The water crazed herd of range cattle drove for the bloated arroyo, the smell of water making them mad. The bawling cattle elbowing and pushing their way passed the porch. They stamped and bellowed and the dust filled the old man's nostrils and he thought it the sweetest smell.Life coursed through his old bones and he stood and swung his old Stetson in the air and whooped and swore, pleasure flowed through him, and he was young again.But soon they were gone.The old man sat down heavily, age settled back on his shoulders, "I'll finish tomorrow, Ramona," he said to the old Indian housekeeper, "it'll be O.K.".The hired hand watched with foreboding, what will be finished tomorrow?