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Science Fiction Spotlight: The Last Stryker by Alex Sheppard @asheppardauthor


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Science Fiction Space Opera


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From Dreamweaver Press

Dark Universe Series Book 1

Nothing lasts forever. Least of all, peace.

Sole heir to the richest House in the galaxy, Ramya Kiroff has a life anyone would kill for. Only to Ramya, it is a living nightmare. Her father Tyrsten has no use for a female heir, except as bait. When Ramya is handed a diktat–she must marry a stranger who will run the Kiroff business empire in her stead–she decides she has had enough. Ramya’s plan to escape her trappings is flawless. Until she steps into the Endeavor–the one ship Trysten Kiroff is desperate to get his hands on . . .

Former Captain of the Confederate Fleet, Terenze Milos is the hero of the Locusta-Vanga wars, said to have brought the galaxy back from the brink of extinction. Now he lives in obscurity, running a freight operation on the derelict ship, Endeavor. When Captain Milos recognizes the unmistakable signs of deadly Locustan technology in a salvaged fighter craft–the Stryker–he sounds a warning. But the Confederacy isn’t listening . . .

Caught between a corrupt Confederacy and an old enemy intent on eradicating life from the galaxy, the Endeavor and its crew find themselves on the run. Captain Milos knows, time is running out fast. And a young stowaway aboard the Endeavor with an unlikely bond with the Stryker may be the galaxy’s last line of defense.

A grizzled old captain with a mysterious past, a ragtag crew, and a stowaway with a secret–can this band of misfits save the galaxy from annihilation?

The Last Stryker is the first book of the Dark Universe Series, a science fiction trilogy featuring non-stop action, unexpected plot twists, and captivating characters. If you like fast-paced adventure, thrilling new worlds, and epic storylines, then you’ll love this page-turning space opera series from debut author Alex Sheppard.

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Excerpt:

Ramya saw a flash of talons, feathers, and outspread wings before the ear-splitting screech made her legs buckle. The creature—a mass of gray and black and deadly bulk—leaped through the air toward her. It was a Pterostrich chick, its yellow eyes shining with hunger and a promise of death. Ramya heard yells, shouts, and curses. She lifted her Oori and pressed the trigger, doubting if her shots would land anywhere on the creature before it tore her to pieces. She scrambled backward, but the massive hulk plummeted into her with such a force that it threw her to the floor and pinned her down near the fighter’s front wheel.

Pain erupted in Ramya’s head, back, shoulders, all at the same instant. She screamed as the sharp talons dug into the parts of her body not covered by the armor, gouging flesh. The creature’s red beak snapped inches from her face. Pushing the Oori as much as she could against the bird, Ramya pulled the trigger, over and over and over. The rifle shook, sending energy blasts into the creature, and slamming back into her ribs painfully.

The chick stared at her as if all those shots were merely a graze. Yellow eyes still focused on her face, it brought down its sharp beak with a mighty swoosh on her Oori wielding hand. Her rifle flew across the floor like a twig tossed into the air. Ramya heard her jacket rip, and under it her skin exploded with a sharp, burning pain. The bird seemed to teeter a little and Ramya didn’t waste a second. Pulling her arms close to her body, she pushed them out in perfect synchrony, landing a sharp, double-fisted Molin slam into the bird’s chest. The talons loosened, but not enough. Yellow eyes looked at her again, a pitiless red beak ready to kill.

I can’t die. Not here, not now!   

She had to break free. She writhed and struggled against those powerful legs that kept her pinned, all the while bracing for the pain when the bird would rip her skull open. The white-hot blast of fire that came swinging over her head was the last thing she expected. It singed her hair and landed smack dab on the Pterostrich’s chest. The bird went careening, its talons still holding on to pieces of Ramya’s jacket, its head thrown backward.

Ramya scrambled. She was shaking all over, she was covered in blood, and she didn’t know where she was going.


About the Author:

Alex Sheppard has always wanted to be an author. And even though that dream eluded Alex for a long time, now, finally, the ducks seem to have lined up.When not obsessively guzzling books(mostly scifi), tinkering with gadgets and gizmos, and wrangling rambunctious little ones, Alex likes to write.

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Christian Fiction Feature and Author Interview: Forget Me by Chelsea Vanderbeek @Chel_Vander


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Young Adult Fiction, Christian Fiction


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Sabine is a budding poet who was practically born with a pencil in her hand. Though her intelligence and maturity far surpasses that of those around her, she lacks the confidence and social graces to come out of her shell.

She’s been forced on numerous occasions in the past to slip inside the glass double doors of Hilltop Baptist Church. The youth group was her mom’s idea, really. A shot-in-the-dark way for Sabine to try and make some wholesome friends in a wholesome place. Not that it ever worked out… At least she was usually able to make it out with minimal negative attention as her plain-old invisible self.

This time was different. She always hoped it would be different, but not like this.

When Sabine decides she’s had enough of this life, she ends it and becomes more visible than she’s ever been before. Is it possible she wasn’t as forgettable as she once thought? The only way to find out is to watch the aftermath unfold, and no matter the outcome, she can’t do a thing about it. No one can…

…or can they?

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Excerpt:

Bridget’s trembling fingers remained mere inches from the gun. It was as if she was afraid to move, like I’d paralyzed her in fear. I didn’t feel like waiting for her anymore, though. I gave her a chance to leave. I put the muzzle back to my forehead and squeezed my eyes shut. The last thing I saw was her fighting back a sob, tears dribbling down her rosy cheeks, her saddened eyes staring into my soul. The image was burned into my brain, perhaps forever. I was about to slip my finger in front of the trigger again when I felt a clammy hand wrap around my wrist and pull me down. She was surprisingly strong, so strong that if I kept my eyes closed, I could easily imagine it being a man’s grip. I tried to push her away with all the strength I could muster, accidentally sending her head back against the wall. She clutched her head with both hands, no longer able to hold back her whimpering. She was mean, sure, but I never wanted to hurt anybody. A hard pang of guilt struck at my core.
“I didn’t mean to do that. I’m sorry.” I sobbed even as I spoke. I scampered as far as I could to the other side of the stall, bringing the gun back to my temple. The crinkled fabric of my dress slacks pressed into the skin of my knees. I saw my reflection in the stainless steel panel of the side of the stall. I didn’t want to be her anymore. I didn’t want to be anything.
I heard Bridget shifting on the floor behind me, right up until she was on her knees behind me. I felt her icy fingertips on my shoulder. “Please… Please, listen to me. Jesus loves you. He wouldn’t want you to do this.”
No, get away. Get back,” I breathed, pushing her hand away. My heart was thumping at an overwhelming pace and I couldn’t wait for it to stop. I slipped my finger in front of the trigger for a final time. I spoke without turning back what would be my last words. “How could He love a piece of shit like me?”
Sabine, you’re not—”
I let my last breath go, pulling the trigger and losing all the feeling in my limbs. It all disappeared in a haze of black.


About the Author:

Chelsea Vanderbeek, Author

Chelsea Vanderbeek has been writing fiction and poetry for over eight years. She has previously been featured in Ars Poetica, the small-press publication of Warren County Community College. She currently lives with her family in New Jersey. She would encourage you to visit her website, www.chelseavanderbeek.com, where you can find updates on her upcoming releases.

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Author Interview:

Thanks for doing an interview! Could you tell our readers a little bit about your writing journey? Well, thanks for having me! I’ve been writing for over eight years now, and I have to tell you that the passion has only grown. You start out writing crap. That’s just a given. The first novel I ever remember writing was about a girl who got intense migraines (and it turned out she had brain cancer–I KNOW IT SUCKS), and she also had weird experiences. For example, she crashed her car into her garage and destroyed it, and five seconds later it was back to normal–and THAT was because she had a guardian angel. Now, this is probably the stupidest story idea you’ve ever heard in your life, but hey. We all have to start somewhere. I started in Craptown, and I’m now (thankfully) miles and miles away. Unfortunately you can’t drive those miles… Metaphor. Yeah. I guess what I’m saying is there wasn’t a shortcut. It took a lot of backspacing crappy words and banging my head against the desk, but ta-da! I’ve published a book and here we are, chatting it up like a couple bros.

How many books do you currently have published? Oh, you caught me on my debut.

Are you currently working on a book? Will this be your next release? I’m frying up more books as we speak. I’ve got two in the editing phase (one about two girls on the same co-ed football team that often butt heads, and another about high schooler struggling with her sexuality). Not to mention I have lots of ideas I’m nurturing, some of which I could be starting first drafts on as early as November. So you’ll definitely be hearing more from my side of town in the future (but definitely not Craptown).

What do you enjoy most about writing? I honestly love creating and getting to know my characters. I always say that character development is 50% of my writing process. I actually think that one of the most important things for a story to have is believable and authentic characters (because when you know your characters well enough, the story actually starts to tell itself… or they tell it to you…). I find an image (using Pinterest or Google Images) of what I envision my character looks like, because visual aids go a long way with me. I fill out a bio (with stuff like birthdate, age, good/bad traits, likes/dislikes, family, the whole shebang) for each of my characters, even minor ones. I interview the hell out of my characters (mostly mains, but minor characters do find their way into the mix as well) to get an idea of their “voice.” All of this happens before I type word number one in my first draft. It really is one of my favorite parts of the process.

Do you ever get writer’s block? If so, how do you deal with it? I actually wrote a college paper on writer’s block, believe it or not. The thing about writer’s block is that it can be more of a psychological problem than you’d think. A fear of rejection, thinking that your writing is gonna suck before you even put a single letter on the page, can clog the drain pretty quick. It could also be that you’re bored with your own story and you need to change things up. Knowing the cause has actually been a substantial help; I can think of at least one story I wouldn’t have written without this knowledge (and it was over 40K words). I give myself permission to suck in the first draft. No, really. I type it in the literal document. “This story has my complete permission to absolutely unmercifully suck and, in the interest of getting words down, I shall let it.” A first draft is like a toddler: he makes a mess and you clean it up, in that order.

Have you ever had one of your characters to take a twist you weren’t expecting and surprise you? Mmmkay, *SPOILER ALERT* In my debut Forget Me, I have this character named Bridget. Now, this girl took twists all over the place. In earlier drafts, she wasn’t nasty at all and stayed alive the whole story. But then, as I developed her? She out of nowhere decided to A. Call Sabine a retard, and B. Commit suicide herself. I mean, sure she did all this wild stuff I wasn’t expecting at all, but actually? I was pretty proud of myself. To have a secondary character (who was actually pretty damn minor in the first few drafts or so) come to life like that and demand and push her way into the story like that? Pretty cool.

What lessons have you learned since becoming a writer? Do you have any tips for new writers? There’s so much I could say, but I’ll try to give you some good ones. Hmm… write for yourself. Don’t write what you think other people want to read, because there’s a good chance they don’t even know you exist and won’t for a while even after you’re published. If you do it for you, then you get the enjoyment, happiness and fulfillment out of it and money and recognition become less important. Also, if you write something that makes you laugh/cry/squeal with delight/make you physically upset, you’ve probably got a winner. If your writing makes you feel something, there’s a good chance it’ll make your reader feel something too. But it’s all about being honest with yourself. And that’s another thing: if you want to be a writer, you can’t be afraid to take punches. You can’t be afraid to admit that the one plot twist you once thought would make Stephen King jealous is just damn stupid, or that you need to get rid of that one character and his intrusive afro because he and it serve no purpose, or that you need to toss the word “mite” in that sentence because it sounds dumb. If you can learn to take constructive, honest criticism you’ll be set. Showing your work to other people isn’t easy (and I’m sure a lot of you newbies out there wouldn’t DREAM of showing another living entity your work), but I really think that’s where I turned a corner. It takes guts, but it’s so worth it. Above all? Don’t rush this stuff. Some of the most beautiful things in this world take time to grow.

Do you have any extras you’d like to share, like a teaser about an upcoming new release, a summary of a deleted scene, or a teaser about a surprising plot twist or character? Okay, since you said “extras,” well, I created a playlist to go along with my story. I’ve assigned a song to every chapter, and you can get a look at it here: https://chelseavanderbeek.com/playlists/. I’ve been told by some that it’s diverse, and others that it’s really cool. Oh, and one more thing? If you heeded my spoiler alert before, just look out for Bridget. She does some pretty unexpected stuff.

Now it’s time to get to know you! What are some of your favorite books to read? I don’t know if you’ve ever heard of William Sleator, but he was one of my favorite authors in my childhood (and he still is). My favorites of his were Singularity and The Duplicate. The Maximum Ride Series by James Patterson is pretty cool too.

What about television shows? Movies? Yeah, I’m a sitcom junkie. Seinfeld, King of Queens, Reba… I dunno, relaxing stuff to laugh at and get my mind off life. I could watch Ferris Bueller’s Day Off a thousand times and still get a kick out of it. Jim Carrey’s great too. Liar Liar was cool.

If you had to sum up your life as a writer in ten words or under, what would you say? Err… “Notebook in hand at all times.” Yeah, I think that kinda sums it up. I never stop writing. I could tell you all the places I’ve written (even in my swimming pool, for example) but I think that’s another story for another day… I know I’m nuts.

Do you have anything else you’d like to share with readers? I’m giving out cherry-flavored lollipops for anyone who may want to leave a review on my Amazon or Goodreads page! But they’re imaginary. And they’re not cherry, they’re internet-flavored. But no really, thanks for taking the time to check out my story and this nice little interview here! Hit me up on social media if you like. Let’s be pals!


Science Fiction/Urban Fantasy Spotlight: Mage Catalyst by Christopher George @CGNovels


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Urban Fantasy, Science Fiction, Paranormal


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Devon had always just assumed that he was normal, just like everyone else. It wasn’t until he met Renee that he realized that he was something different – something dangerous. He is a Mage.

Led into a world of corruption and temptation Devon soon learns that there is always a price for power.

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Excerpt:

I’m not sure when I became the villain of my story. But I’m now quite certain that this is exactly what I’ve become. It is no more clear to me as I stand atop a destroyed car park looking over my home. The smoke from still smouldering buildings billow off into the distance, almost writing my name into the skyline, but I do not care. It is no more than a grim signature of the suffering that I’ve caused to those around me. My name is Devon Wills and I am a mage.


About the Author:

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As an avid science fiction and fantasy reader Christopher George has been immersing himself in books from a young age. In 2004 Christopher completed his Bachelor of Multimedia at Monash University and has been working as an IT professional ever since. He currently lives in Melbourne with his partner, her daughter and three cats.
Mage Catalyst is his first completed novel and was written in a variety of hotel rooms and airports across Australia. Catalyst is his first non-technical piece and he finds it much easier to write fiction than software documentation.
It’s also very recently come to light that he is simply awful at talking about himself in the third person.

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Other Books In This Series:

mage accession

Mage Accession is the much awaited sequel to the best seller Mage Catalyst.

Devon, sick with guilt, has fled from his home and into the Victorian high country, afraid that his actions would bring harm to those he cares for. Hurt and betrayed by Renee’s disappearance, Devon has made a vow to never use the magic again. It’s not that simple – It’s never that simple. Powerful enemies are seeking him out and Devon must determine who he wants to be. Can he have a life of peace that he desires? Or must he forsake his vow and turn to the magic once again. As he comes to terms with his power he realizes that he still has much to lose.

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mage-dissolution

Third in the series that Started with Mage Catalyst and then followed by Mage Accession.

Lost in rage and haunted by the death of his father, Devon vowed to avenge himself against his former Master and rescue Allie from his manipulations before he can corrupt her.

With his power increasing every day Devon has become a very real threat to those in power. Lost in obsession, Devon
doesn’t care who gets caught up in his wake as he takes his vengeance on those who wronged him.

As powerful forces begin to move against him, Devon is forced to recognize that while he is indeed powerful. He is not a Master yet.

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Make sure to read our interviews with Author Christopher George here and here!

Children’s Picture and Coloring Book Feature: Mister Spunky And His Friends by Kelly Preston @KellynMrMaGoo


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Children’s Picture and Coloring Book


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Named 2016 winner in Children’s Picture Book: Softcover Fiction by Bookvana; Bookvana honors books that elevate society, celebrate the human spirit, and cultivate our inner lives. Mister Spunky and His Friends is about the importance of love, anti-bullying, friendship; and, helping those with special needs. Follow Mister Spunky along his journey to the beach, where he meets three new friends; teaching him important life lessons along the way.

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Excerpt:

“Then the four dogs all drove off for the beach together where they played in the waves and had frozen dog treats. Now they are all friends and they are all happy. And they have fun and exciting adventures wherever they go!”

Kids’ Dog Book Review By Michael, 5, and Mia, 13: & Mr Spunky and His Friends



About the Author:

Award winning Kelly Preston is, first and foremost, an animal lover. Raised on a ten-acre property in a small town in Pennsylvania, she grew up with horses, rabbits, and – of course – dogs. When she left home after college, she acquired Gizmo, an irresistible Lhasa Apso that started her on a journey full of joys and sorrows, hopes and tribulations, frustrations, endless lessons in patience, and above all else, love. All of this has come at the hands (more precisely the paws) of Gizmo, Betty Boop, Buffy, Carla Mae, and the inimitable Mr. MaGoo.

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Thriller Spotlight: A Burning in The Darkness by A P McGrath


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Suspense Thriller Mystery Crime Romance


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A compelling crime drama and poignant love story. The devoted Michael Kieh is wrongfully accused of murder at one of the world’s busiest airports where he is a full time faith representative. A series of brief encounters with a soul mate has eased his loneliness. When she confides a dark secret, he must battle to redress a heart-breaking injustice and prove his innocence.

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Young Foday Jenkins spied a curious sign at the far end of the concourse. The seven-year-old weaved his way through the hurrying travellers with their trolley-loads of suitcases. There were airline pilots and cabin crew walking briskly towards their international flights and armed police strolling like fortress watch guards. A rainbow glistened in the eastern sky beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass walls, watched in wonder by the frustrated passengers whose flights had been delayed by the ferocious summer storm. A charcoal wash of lightning-filled rain clouds shrouded the distant city outline.
Foday arrived at the sign. It was a matchstick man or woman kneeling, praying. Beneath it there was an entrance of two heavily frosted glass doors. He pushed them open and stepped inside. When the doors closed behind him there was a nice silence. He was in a room, maybe twice the size of his classroom, but it seemed so much bigger because there were sacred symbols from all over the world and holy words on the walls and little statues, and it wasn’t brightly lit in here like outside, yet it wasn’t so dim that it was scary. The duskiness made you look. There was a lovely smell in the air, the scent of a faraway country.
There was a row of electric burning candles that could be switched on for a handful of coins. There were six happy photographs of teenagers from all over the world tacked to the wall above the electric candles. One of the happy faces looked like his older sister Ameyo. She smiled that way. Uh-me-yo. This is how Mummy said it. There were handwritten notes stuck around the photographs with words like Please remember. Foday wondered if the person who wrote one of them had been crying because the ink was smudged.
On a cloth-covered table there was a visitor’s book. Foday wrote his name and address: Foday, 19 Bletchley Avenue, London NW22, UK, Europe, The World. He added I really like this place.
Over on the other side of the church, tucked around a corner, there was a wooden playhouse. A sign outside the door read: If you want a priest to hear your confession, press the button.
Foday turned nervously when he heard the loud sounds of the bustling concourse as the church doors opened. He could see a silhouetted figure against the gleaming frosted glass. The figure focused into a heavy man walking down between the seats. He stopped, agitated and sweating.
‘Are you lost?’ the man asked.
Foday knew he shouldn’t talk to strangers.
‘Where’s your mummy or daddy? Are they with the priest? Are you alone?’ he asked crossly.
Foday pressed the button requesting a priest to take confession.


About the Author:

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AP was born and grew up in Ireland. He now lives in London and works in TV. He is a single father with three beautiful children. He studied English and Philosophy and then post-graduate Film Studies.

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