Shadow of the Lion: Blood on the Moon by Ruth Kozak

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When Alexander the Great, King of Macedon and conqueror of Asia, dies suddenly under suspicious circumstances at the age of 33 in Babylon, everyone who lives in his shadow is affected. As the after-shocks of Alexander’s death bring disorder to his Empire from Macedon to Persia, a deadly power struggle begins over who will rule…Extensively researched in Greece with the support of Classical scholars, the Greek Ministry of Culture, the Society of Macedonian Studies (Thessaloniki), the Finnish Institute in Athens, the Norwegian Institute of Athens and with research undertaken in the Gennadius Library and the British Library, SHADOW OF THE LION: BLOOD ON THE MOON, is Volume One of an epic story of political intrigue, ruthless ambition, racial prejudice, excess and exploitation. Complete with all the ingredients of a Greek tragedy, this story of blood,lust,fierce loyalty and power also happens to be true.





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The Warmest Winter: A James Gordon Mystery by Greatest Poet Alive

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       There was a white patrol car parked at the curb outside the house. Its dome lights and headlights were out. The street at one AM was silent, the neighbors asleep. I pulled in behind the car, cut the engine, and started walking to where Miles stood in the moonlight, talking to a uniformed policeman.

     The jacaranda tree behind him was leafless, blossomless. Out on the bayou behind the house, I could hear the chugging of the fishing boat I’d seen while crossing the bridge from University Circle. There were only saltwater mullet in the shallow waters on this side of the bridge, and they would not strike a hook; the commercial fishermen were spreading their nets, circling, circling.

         Miles looked drawn and pale. He was forty-six years old—ten years older than I—but in the pale moonlight he seemed much
younger, or perhaps only more vulnerable. He was wearing a faded blue T-shirt, white trousers, and blue sneakers.

       The patrolman was visibly perspiring. Sweat stained the armholes of his blue shirt and stood out in beads on his forehead. I did not know whether he had yet been inside the house. He watched me as I approached. “I’m James Gordon,” I said. “Dr. Livingston’s attorney.” I don’t know why I immediately addressed myself to the patrolman, rather than to Miles. I guess I was trying to protect Miles from the very beginning, letting it be known to the law that I myself was a lawyer who expected no hanky-panky with a client’s rights.

           “He call you then?” the patrolman asked.

           “Yes, he did.”

           “When was that, sir?”

           “At about a quarter to one. Ten minutes ago.”

        “I didn’t get the radio dispatch till five minutes ago,” the patrolman said. He made it sound like an accusation.

       “That’s right,” I replied, “he called me first. I advised him to notify the police.”

        “Would it be all right if I went inside the house now?” the patrolman asked.

           “Yes,” Miles said dully.

           “You don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to.”

           “I would…rather not,” Miles answered.

      “That’s all right, sir,” the patrolman said, and touched Miles’ shoulder briefly and surprisingly. He flashed his torch over the lawn then, and walked swiftly to the front door, weaving his way through the sprinkler heads like a broken-field runner. The circle of light illuminated the brass doorknob. He twisted it tentatively, as if expecting the door to be locked, and then he opened it and went inside.

        Alone with Miles, I said, “I’m going to ask you again what I asked you on the phone…”

           “I didn’t do it,” he replied at once.

           “Tell me the truth, Miles.”

           “That’s the truth.”

      “Because if you did, I want to know right this minute.”

           “I didn’t.”



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Asylum Harbor by Isla Grey

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The waves of Asylum Harbor crashed against the hull of the ferryboat that dared to cut through its churning waters. Devon Brown’s long tresses whipped in the wind as she clung to the deck’s railing and looked toward the shrouded Shell Island. Her view of the mainland wasn’t much better. The fog and mist obscured what she was leaving behind in a fitting goodbye.

Devon strengthened her deathlike grip when the boat swayed in the heavy surf. Her palms grew sweaty. “What was I thinking?” she mumbled to herself as she strained to see the outline of the island ahead.

Another spray of salty water made her release her hold on the railing and step away. She cautiously took another step back. Just as she began to turn around, she collided with another ferry rider. The bump was enough to send her off balance, and she spiraled down to the deck.

“You should watch where you’re going.” The looming figure towered over her.

Devon shook the grime from the deck off her hand and could feel the salt water seeping through the denim on her backside. She looked up, about to give him a piece of her mind, but was immediately tongue-tied as she admired the snugness of the white T-shirt he had on. “Sorry, I didn’t see you.”

“Take my hand.” He leaned over and extended hisarm.

She eagerly accepted the offer, and he effortlessly hoisted her up. Devon grasped his biceps as she tried to steady herself. The man’s icy blue stare shifted from her face to the hand on his arm.

“Sorry.” She took her hand away and glanced at her watch. The ferry ride was supposed to take twenty-five minutes, but they were eight minutes behind schedule.

“Do you know how much longer…” She darted backward before she could finish speaking to avoid another stream of water.

The man shook his head. “You should have stayed on the mainland if you’re that paranoid.”

“Maybe I’ll just wait in my vehicle.” Devon rolled her eyes and walked over to her Jeep parked a few feet away.

“You drive that?” The man’s voice growled behind her. “Well, I hope you can handle driving a Jeep better than riding a ferry.”

Devon brushed off the snide comment. “Hey,” she called to him as he grabbed the door handle of a white pickup truck parked in the row in front of her. “Do you live on Shell Island?”

He looked over his shoulder at her. “Yeah, what of it?” He slid into the driver’s seat without uttering another word.

Great. She cringed at the thought of running into him again. Devon hopped in her Jeep, packed with the few belongings she had bothered to bring. She drummed her fingers against the steering wheel and began to count the seconds until she was on dry land again.



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Aware by David S. Reynolds

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“Shit.”  The voice was almost inaudible.

Jenkins looked across her navigation reports to the operations station where Christo was bent over his screen intently muttering to himself.  “What is it?”

Christo didn’t reply at first.  The only noise was the slight hum of the exodrives pushing the ship forward at faster than light speeds.


Christo finally looked up.  “Cut the drives!”  Jenkins saw terror etched deeply in the face that now looked at her.

“What?  There’s nothing out-”

“Do it!” Christo yelled, cutting her off.

In all the years of pushing ore across the stars Jenkins had never heard Christo lose his cool.  She hit the emergency stop without even thinking about it.  The ship shuddered out of exospace as the stress of the sudden deceleration threatened to rip the reinforced hull to shreds.  A horrible vibration rattled the deck accompanied by the muted sound of metal tearing.

The silence after the violence was deafening.  The crew of Ore Runner Teresa knew that even in an emergency stop, the ship should hold together.  What they heard and felt was not normal.

“What was that?”  Jenkins asked, breaking the silence.

“Something hit us.”

“Impossible.” Jenkins replied, “Nothing was on the scope.”

“Then the scope must be broken, because we are losing atmosphere.  Send a repair bot to check the scope while I do a hull scan.”

“Aren’t those damn things supposed to keep on top of the scope?  That’s why we bought ‘em.”

Christo ignored the mutterings of his partner.  Jenkins had never liked the idea of robots on the ship; she didn’t trust them like she did humans.  Sometimes Christo himself wished for more people to man the ship, even if it was just to have someone other than Jenkins to talk to, but the truth was people were expensive.  Not just in wages, but also in food, air, and weight.  The three repair bots weighed as much as one average human, didn’t eat anything, and could do jobs that were too dangerous for humans.  Like repair the tear in the hull he just found.  With a sigh, he sent a command to bots two and three to head to the airlock to start repairs.

Jenkins peered over Christo’s shoulder.  “Find somethin’?”

“Tear in the hull.”  Christo replied pointing at the display, “I bet it was just a crack caused by hitting something but got bigger with the emergency stop.  Did the bot report back on the scope?”

“Ya.  Looks like some sort of overload.  No info on what caused it.”  Jenkins looked in awe at the hole in the side of the ship.  “Lucky you caught that.  If it had gotten any bigger it could have caught in the slipstream and ripped us open like a can opener.”

They watched as the repair bots made their way across the hull to the breach and started working.

“Admit it,” Christo said “even you would rather have robots doing that than be out there yourself.”

“I guess so.”  A light started blinking on the navigation panel drawing Jenkins’s attention.  “Looks like the scope is back on line.”

Just as Jenkins started back to her post to check the readout a siren screamed out a warning.  Jenkins ran to the panel and saw that the warning was too late.  Something was about to hit the ship and she could do nothing about it.

“Hang on!” she shouted to Christo just before the stray meteor smashed into the hull causing the ship to lurch out of control.



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True Magics (The Thomas Flarety Books) (Volume 3) by Erik Buchanan

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Dearest Father, Mother and Brother,


The war in Frostmire is over.  Eileen, George, Henry and I are back in Hawksmouth, and we are unhurt.We arrived last night, and I am writing this letter before my breakfast. There’s going to be a celebration at the Academy this morning to welcome us back and to honour the eight who did not return. It will be rather bittersweet.

As I am sure Lionel has told you, the Church’s guards destroyed our last apartment. Given all that occurred there, Henry and I have no desire to go back. We are renting new rooms and I will send you the address as soon as I may.

George and Eileen are staying in the city until the spring at least. They could manage the roads, but all of us are all tired of travel and the cold and wish nothing more than to stay in place for a while. Also, here in the city George and Eileen will have the protection of the Academy, should the Church of the High Father try to move against them.

Beware the Church, all of you. It was they who forced Eileen and George to go north with Henry and me, and I am worried that they may come after you to get at us. This afternoon we will go to the Master of Laws to ask the Academy to take court action. Henry will also appeal to the king. We will not let them hurt us or those we care about anymore.

I fear none of us are the same as we were before we the war. But we are unhurt and I am sure that, once the winter has turned and the days grow longer, we’ll find ourselves and become whole again.

I must go. I will write again soon. I love you all.

                                                                        Your obedient son,

                                                                                    Thomas Flarety






Chapter 1



“Proof!” Thomas shook the sheaf of papers above his head and banged his other hand on the lectern. “Copied from the Academy’s records! For over one hundred fifty years it happened! And was the Academy destroyed in that time? No! We are still here!” He pointed at the two students sitting on the far side of the stage. “With this proof, I challenge – no, I defy my opponents to find a single honest reason why the Academy should not once more admit girls!”

Half the audience in the Academy Assembly Hall erupted in cheers, the other half in boos and catcalls and a rousing chant of “Down with him! Down with him!” Their voices echoed off the decorated plaster of the ceiling and their stomping feet shook the wooden floors and the long benches on which they all sat. From the front row, the sixteen survivors of the Academy’s Expeditionary Company chanted, “Captain! Captain! Captain!”

Thomas stepped away from the lectern, bowed, and took a chair beside Henry on the left side of the stage. Henry dug an elbow into Thomas’s ribs. “Nice work.”

“Glad you thought so,” said Thomas. “Let’s see what they do to top that!”

“Doesn’t matter what they do,” said Henry, lowering his voice as the noise died down. “Our best argument is still waiting in the wings.”

Thomas looked. “I don’t see ‘our best argument.’”

“Well, there was some mention of needing to vomit…”

On the other side of the stage, Keith Rolston rose to his feet. Like Thomas and Henry he was in his fifth year of law at the Academy. He was stout and strong and known in law class for the skill with which he destroyed his opponents’ arguments. The sneer on his lips conveyed both superiority and disdain as he looked at the booing students. He walked slowly to the lectern and aimed his sneer at Thomas and Henry.

“Try to keep a straight face this year,” said Henry, just loud enough for Keith to hear.

Keith didn’t acknowledge him at all. Instead he shook his head back and forth in long, slow swings. “Shame!” Keith pronounced, his deep voice rolling from the stage and filling the auditorium. “Shame, shame, and shame again!”

Thomas resisted the urge to chew on his lip and tried to look confident. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Henry putting on the half-smile he wore when he didn’t want anyone to guess his feelings.

“Shame on my esteemed opponent,” Keith continued, “for taking up the valuable time of the Royal Academy with so unworthy a topic. For what could be less worthy than the suggestion that a girl could fill a place among this learned company?

Polite applause and mild booing greeted his opening. Keith nodded as if the entire Academy had agreed with him. “I know full well that girls had a place here. But I say that they lost that place! And they lost it for good reason!”

Keith let them all hang on his words a moment before continuing. “Two hundred years ago, King Darren the Third laid out in no uncertain terms what it is to be a student. And there is not a girl in the world who has the qualities that his Majesty put forward on that day!”

Graham Silvers, a tall, thin philosophy student, whose shock of brown hair never seemed to lie down properly, stepped out of the wings with a thick sheet of vellum embossed with the school’s coat of arms. He raised it high for everyone to see and walked with slow, deliberate steps across the stage.

“Look upon the proclamation!” roared Keith. “Look upon the words of King Darren the Third!” He pointed to the first line. “Let it be known that our students are to commend themselves to the highest possible standard of behaviour!”

That brought aloud laugh, and rolled eyes from the professors.

“No points scored with that one,” said Thomas. Henry grinned.

Keith smiled in spite of himself and let the laughter die down a bit. “They are to swear their fealty, bravery and loyalty to their king and his Academy! They are to swear fraternity, hospitality and charity to their fellow students! They are to conduct themselves with dignity, with decency and with courage, and the honour of the Academy above all things, even to the point of arms!”

Keith paused to let the words sink into the audience, then repeated, “Fealty! Loyalty! Bravery! Hospitality! Charity! Few men possess all these qualities, let alone girls. And what of fraternity? Can you name a single girl whom you would turn to and say, ‘You are my brother’?”

The “against” side laughed and cheered.The “for” crowd grumbled. Keith raised his voice over them all. “And let us not forget the most important of all matters: honour! How can a mere girl defend the honour of the Academy? She can’t even defend her own honour, save that she has a man to do it for her!

“Thus I say, no girls should be admitted to the Academy!”

Thunderous applause from the “against.” Thunderous booing from the “for.” Keith bowed and took his seat.

Henryrose, sauntered over to the lectern, and leaned on it while the noise died down. When it had, the “for” side were sitting on the edge of their seats,hoping Henry could turn the balance their way.

“I am supposed to rebut this argument.” Henry’s voice was not deep and resonant like Keith’s had been, but Henry had been a Captain in his father’s armies since he was fourteen and was trained to be heard over the clamour of battle. “Unfortunately, my opponent’s argument is not worthy of a rebuttal!”

The “for” side laughed. Henry raised his hand for silence. “Instead, I will yield the floor to one who is not a student, but who, through worthy action, has been given the honour of freedom of the grounds and the right to join us in this debate!”

Henry stepped back from the lectern. A slim figure with red hair tied back with a leather thong into a short ponytail and wearing a too-long robe, stepped from the wings and walked across the stage to the lectern.

Come on, Thomas urged silently. You’ve done harder things than this. At the first sign of weakness, the “against” side would start jeering and the entire debate would be lost.

“You know me as Alexander Gobhann!” The words came out clear and steady, and filled the now-quiet hall. “I am not a student, and there are some of you that may think that this precludes me from speaking here today. After all, what person who is not a student could possibly know loyalty, bravery, fraternity and honour?”

Alexander’s eyes swept the room.  “I can.”

One slim hand pointed to the Student Company. “Bravery and fraternity I learned fighting beside the Academy’s Expeditionary Company in the frozen streets of Frostmire!” The hand swung to Thomas. “Loyalty I showed when I helped rescue Captain Thomas Flarety, kidnapped by treachery most foul and given up for dead.” Alexander’s hand slammed down, flat and hard, on the lectern. “And those who tried my honour found that I would fight for it with fist, knife and rapier, and they have the scars to prove it!”

Alexander undid the string that held back the ponytail. Hair fell in curly red rings around a suddenly feminine face.

“When I returned to Hawksmouth with the Student Company, I was asked what reward I should be given for my service. I wanted only one thing: to be allowed to sit the exams and earn my way into the Academy.”

Alexander started undoing the buttons on the robe.

“My words were greeted with cheers. I was promised that, should I pass the exams, I would be given a full scholarship!And for three months I have been treated as a guest. I have been able to sit in the lectures and study in the library! All so that I may take the exams and prove myself worthy to be a member of the Academy!

The robe fell to the floor. Five hundred students and their masters stared in disbelief.

Eileen Gobhann stood tall and straight in the black puddle of the robe, wearing a dress the orange-red colour of freshly fallen autumn leaves. It was tight and low-cut in the bodice, fabric clinging over her hips before flaring out into the skirts. She smiled. “So what difference does it make that I’m a girl?”

In the deep, pregnant silence, Eileen curtseyed, picked the robe from the floor in the same motion, and walked to stand beside Thomas and Henry.

The place went insane.




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Fade to Black: Book One: The Weir Chronicles by Sue Duff

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LITTLETON, Co. – When a young illusionist foreseen to bring about Earth’s salvation fails to

develop those prophesied powers, he’ll do what he must to escape his cruel guardians and stop the world from falling to a mysterious enemy.

Sue Duff’s premier novel releasing this October, Fade to Black, winds a tale of self-resilience and

wonder at the world on a backdrop of urban fantasy and science fiction.

In Fade to Black, Ian Black is guarded by the Weir, a race of magical beings who struggle to prevent the planet from self-destructing during a time that natural disasters are on the rise in frequency and intensity. In a desperate move, the Weir elders torture Ian to force his powers to arrive, prompting Ian to abandon his people to hide among humans. He soon uncovers, along with curious college student

Rayne Bevan, a mysterious enemy behind the Weir’s raging civil war and Ian races to stop the lethal saboteur before launching Armageddon.

As a fan of both fantasy and sci-fi, Duff blended the two genres into a story where even the magical

beings needed help from science. She relied on astrophysics as a basis to the Weir’s powers, but also hopes readers accept that science can’t explain everything.

“I’m a natural sciences nerd, which comes in handy when I research everything,” Duff said, but,

“Embrace the wonders and mysteries in the universe.”

Fade to Black is the first installment in The Weir Chronicles, a planned five-book mainstream

speculative fiction series. It was a finalist in the Colorado Gold Writing Contest through Rocky

Mountain Fiction Writers in 2011.





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The Premise by Andy Crossfield

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Simply put, The Premise is really ‘The Promise’ of a better future and is such a unique counterweight to the doom and dystopia being pushed in other science fiction today.  The plot, set in 2016, is solid, believable, with forceful characters with understandable motives, and from the start creates enough question in the mind of the reader to make them want to read more.

It has a great hook in the first chapter. Jack Colder, a noted criminologist and writer makes a bombshell announcement at his writer seminar: researchers have discovered a cure for crime. The reader begins to turn all the possibilities of that discovery over in their mind.

Then the scene changes to a lab; a boring lab with a semi-crazy scientist who enjoys tormenting potential venture capitalists- until the theft of proprietary, and incriminating intellectual property is discovered.

By the time the story gets back to Jack Colder’s storyline, Colleen, a violet-eyed AIDS researcher and the third main character, has already stood up to a gang leader and discovered her idea for an AIDS vaccine might actually work. The reader then experiences the first twist, there is no cure for crime- the audience has been part of an experiment designed to gauge public reaction to unexpectedly good news, but with unforeseen negatives.

The next twist involves Dr. Mark Moran, the semi-crazed but sympathetic scientist, who is revealed to be part of the espionage that has stolen incriminating research from his employer.  The plot twits again when Mark has to kill his co-conspirator to survive, then devise a plan to escape.

Five chapters in, the reader has become invested with the main three characters. When one of the main characters is killed, along with 13 prisoners on a lonely stretch of desert highway outside Las Vegas, the plot explodes with action, and in a completely different direction, drawing the reader in even more closely than before as they realize their assumptions were wrong.  Can the Air Force really be responsible for 13 murders? That is the impassioned case made to Colleen by a shaken and stuttering witness to the crime.

Each of the early chapters end with a cliffhanger, and the characters lives begin to mesh quickly in either tragic or romantic ways. When Colleen is targeted and her research stolen from her hotel room, Jack Colder offers his help, then becomes a target as well. The reader is now primed with the respective backgrounds of the main characters as the minor characters are introduced and grow in importance to the plot. Sam, an AIDS patient in Colleen’s test group, becomes central to unraveling the motive of the antagonists, as does Kyle, a prison orderly and an unwilling witness to the horrific murders in the desert.  Scenes move from Chicago, to Las Vegas and then to Washington DC.

The plot tension reaches a crescendo during a showdown when Jack Colder accuses US Senator Max Deeson of being complicit in the coverup of the deaths of the 13 prisoners, and offers the senator a unique way out of his predicament.

The identity of the antagonist, along with answers to the many questions posed in the book are revealed in the final chapters, with one surprise after another reeling in the reader until the last two chapters explain what the premise is and how it can be implemented.


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Flight of Destiny by Francis H. Powell

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The task of placing a name, can be niggling, but what if this task becomes an obsession and the person behind the name a dark specter ?

“Mr. Weisler is coming! Mr. Weisler is coming! Mr. Weisler is coming!” The words swirled around in his head like a rampant tornado, scooping up all his thoughts, amplifying them until the mixture seemed ready to devour him. Yet, what was vexing him was that he could neither connect to nor put a face to the name.




Surely a parent’s worst nightmare is when their child goes missing, when it is the fault of the father, it can never be forgiven, but does the blame really lie with him?

Renton Graverson arrived home with a pram which should have had a baby in it. Instead it contained a gaping void, which he should have noticed long before his hysterical wife pointed it out. “Where’s baby?” Nancy, his wife, shrieked. Renton couldn’t answer her. He hadn’t the faintest idea. He had presumed the baby was in the pram, fast asleep, though upon further inspection, it clearly wasn’t. He raced out the house and retraced his steps, repeating in his head the same words over and over like a dark mantra: Baby’s been snatched. Baby’s been snatched. Baby’s been snatched.




We live in a world of body image stereo types, are perpetuated by the media. Those unfortunate beings, born with abnormalities, could face a lifetime of cruel jokes, and in this story’s case rejection.

Bug-eyes was destined to a life of toil. As his mother, Lady Harriet Lombard, remarked gruffly when holding her swaddled first born, “He has disproportionate eyes,” adding tersely, “the child’s abnormal.” As she handed the squalling reject back to the doctor, she decreed, “Drop it down the well for all I care.”




An accademic study from Liverpool John Moores University in the UK has come up with an eye opening discovery which is that 1 in 25 fathers are unknowingly raising another man’s child. The research headed by an eminant professor, looked at data from the UK, the USA and other countries across the globe. In the US, the number of paternity tests have increased from 142,000 in 1991 to 310,490 in 2001. In the UK the estimated number of paternity tests are between 8,900 and 20,000 tests per year. Imagine what a barracks full of young soldiers is like, the temptations and the suspicions flying about, it could be enough to drive any father to the point of insanity, not knowing if he is the real father…

Captain Spender’s wife was ovulating, and her husband was, as always, off somewhere on another “top secret military mission,” to which, as ever, she was neither privy to his location or the mission’s significance. In eight years of marriage, her husband had failed to impregnate her and procure an heir, and Amelia was getting jittery.




“If you want to feel rich, just count the things you have that money can’t buy” Not all follow this proverb. A rich person thinks that his money will buy the beauty of a young girl, while her father thinks her sale will solve his money problems, both are in for a surprise, even the most beautiful of apples can go bad

Maggot was enraged and banged his fist on the table! Knives, forks, spoons and plates flew into the air, tossing food everywhere. Up to this point, the banquet had been cordial, even good-humored. Necessary pleasantries and toasts had been exchanged. But as soon as serious negotiations had begun, as soon as money was brought into the equation, everything quickly went wrong.



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Angelica by Aimee Marie Bejarano

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The life of a beautiful girl from Bethlehem, born the same night as Jesus, faces her final end when she is forced to decide either renounce Christ and live or acknowledge Him and die.

Angelica was arrested and imprisoned, by Saul of Tarsus, for preaching on the narrow streets of Jerusalem.  While awaiting a horrible death of stoning, she decides to write her story which begins in Bethlehem when her father an inn keeper met a young couple one night.

Will Angelica’s life mission end in a prison cell….will she choose life or will she choose death for the One she loves?

Angelica, now thirty four years old, preaches on the streets of Jerusalem when she’s suddenly arrested and thrown into prison by order of Saul of Tarsus for being a fanatic, a lover of Jesus.  Her crimes?  A penalty rewarded by death…death by a stoning from the same people she preached to about Jesus in Jerusalem.

With no regard for human life, or care for the prisoners awaiting death, the jailor Malachi proves to be trouble while she faces his mockery and ridicule daily.  It’s of no help, as sounds resounding above the prison of more Christians receiving their permanent fate, echoes throughout the prison inflicting fear upon her.

Meanwhile, John her prison mate desires to hear the story she writes.  Her life’s journey beginning from the night she is born in Bethlehem surprisingly is the exact night Mary and Joseph come to her father’s inn begging for help, or a room which cannot be provided.  The only thing he has available is a stable.  But he must hurry for his own wife is in labor prematurely with a young baby girl who is later to be called, Angelica.

Angelica’s journey is sure to prick at the hole in your heart. The God shaped hole where you realize your need for a Savior and recognize through it all, we all have an Angelica somewhere inside of us who are hard on the heels of Jesus.



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L.A. Punk Rocker by Brenda Perlin

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Fifteen stories of the punk era set in Los Angeles, written by LA Punk Queen Brenda Perlin and her friends who lived every moment of an electric era in the City of Angels. That unique and precious time when punk rock was more than just a rebellion.

This is what Billy Idol had to say about L.A. Punk Rocker

“Pretty wild chapter on me…maybe u shouldv’e written my book, good luck with it..BFI.”

Inside you’ll discover Billy Idol. Iggy Pop. X. U2. Bad Religion. Tales of local punk rockers on the brink of glorious fame. Late nights at the Roxy. Wild times at the Whiskey with some of the best rock ever. Here you’ll find the in-your-face attitude, the clothes, the fashion, the sex, the music as hard as nails and fast as lightning.

Brenda and her friends were somewhere every night queuing backstage, in hotel rooms with the band, partying on the streets…and avoiding irate parents on school nights!

It’s all here.


L.A.PunkRocker The next thing to being there…



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