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A Divided Mind by M. Billiter Genre: Psychological Thriller

What if the only friend you have isn’t real? When the voices in his head begin to make sense, high school senior Branson Kovac turns to the one friend he’s still got… only to discover he’s not really there. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Google * Kobo

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For everyone’s concern about me hurting myself or someone, cutting into a frozen frog didn’t
prompt any crazed thoughts. Now the kid next to me who kept tapping me on the shoulder like he had a
nervous tick, he deserved a beatdown just for annoying me.
“Branson, help me out. What is this?” He pointed to a part of the frog.
“For the hundredth time, it’s the liver.”
“Oh, that makes sense.”
No shit.
I was identifying the other parts of Kermit’s anatomy when tick boy tapped me again on the
shoulder.
“What?” I glared at him and he backed away. That sudden jolt of anger triggered the shadow
people. I shook my head, but it was still there. I saw a shadow of a person pick up the scalpel and attack
tick boy with exact precision, cutting him across the throat. The only color I could see was red.

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Honeycomb: Boljelam by Junior Sokolov Genre: SciFi Action, Adventure

After a life lived for parties, sex and drugs spiraled into grief, she went to selling herself and fighting for survival. Now one Boljelam’s angry rebels, she leads a cheapened life on one of the most unjust space station in the universe. Then, she finds an unexpected way out. An escape from a life of abuse and hardship in the form of a ticket on a ship set for Honeycomb. Taken from a dead woman’s purse, it’s a one way ticket to a new pristine planet, to heaven. Will she be able to pull it off and get out alive? Or will two rabid cops, a zombie AI and a level full of monsters in her way keep her escaping? And what about that bio-engineered murderer dogging her steps. He wants out as bad as she does! Add to Goodreads Amazon * Apple * B&N * Kobo

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She places her forehead against the transparent metal wall that shields her from the unforgiving
void of space and watches the ships that dock or depart from Boljelam’s tenth-level port.
To her left, the worn Mirabelle, the small Malfa, the powerful Hreif. Ahead of them all, the
grandiose, silver-and-gold Raleigh—which ferries the pilgrims of the Sonshine Ministry—looks
like a swan surrounded by lesser ducks. Then to the Raleigh’s right there’s the colorful
Okuzenzekelayo, wildly alive with the colors ancient kente. Next to her in quiet dignity moors the
hulking Phoenix. She
can’t think of a birdlike comparison for her, a whale, maybe; an armor plated sperm whale.
When Brea had been well, they’d watched the ships together, speculated about their
destinations, plotted fantastical hijackings, setting course to paradisiacal planets. Now Brea is
gone, her sister’s absence felt like a rugged hole had been punched in the center of her chest
then filled with sorrow. The loss has left her alone to admire the coming and going vessels, to
wonder about their destinations. Now, much of the pleasure is gone, she no longer cares or
thinks that there might be a better place, not for her, anyway.
A whore is a whore is after all, with a sigh she steps back from the transparent wall. She’s been
sorrowful and grief-struck for so long now that she doesn’t feel her eyes tighten or her mouth
curl downward in an arch of misery.
At least the last guy had paid well. All in all, she could’ve done worse for herself. The others she
had met that day were no winners, but at least now she’s got the rent covered, along with
assured party favors for the next few days.
“Dinner!”
From behind the food cart, Josey Patten pours hot, fragrant soup in a large cup. She’s become
a regular at his noodle cart where the plentiful bowls of soup are delicious—better yet—he
doesn’t judge her and has always welcomed her as if she matters. He hands her a steaming
container of veggies and noodles with a promising aroma. “Extra hot, more broth, but I added
some extra chicken for you. You eat that now, all right?”
“Yeah, that’s the ticket.” She smiles, it stretches over her face erasing her wary expression,

making her look years younger and far more innocent.
“Look at that! When you smile you don’t look old enough to drink, and you’re too skinny. You
always look so sad, come to our Soul Realization group, hang out, make friends with good
people, stop living like this. Anyone can realize their soul, it’ll set you free.” He shakes his head
and frowns, the action
creating a map of concern on his pale, craggy face. “This lifestyle is not good for you.”
She knows, but as long she isn’t hurting anyone but herself, why give a shit?
She beams him her best, unguarded smile, the one that implies that one day, she just might join
his realization group, but for now, they both know the answer.
“Some other time, maybe. Not really into organized realizations, you know?” With a shy shrug
she walks away. Salvation through realization. Well-meant as it is, the idea of joining a Soul
Realization group doesn’t do it for her. She’d have to give up rocks toking, fucking and partying,
not to mention force-stop her embedded AI and realize her ‘soul’ at least quinto daily. She
glances at one of the watches in the wait station. It’s too damn early in the new day; she’ll finish
eating, call it quits, and pick up some rocks before heading home. She beelines for one of the
outdoor tables beneath the shade of potted trees, but before she can begin to eat, a sharp yell
of pain followed by the sound of a struggle spikes her heartbeat, wipes out her appetite.
“Damn, what the hell…” She quickly turns to and fro, looking for the origin of the noise,
searching for the threat. The struggle is in one of the smaller side alleys. She should ignore it
but instead takes a few steps toward it. Then she keeps walking and hears harsh breathing,
thuds of bone on flesh, nothing, one second, two seconds, three…
“HEL—”
A final shout turns into a sound of pure anguish before it’s brutally cut off.
Silence follows.
She can’t help it. ‘You’re born curious,’ her mother used to say, and she’s proving that again.
It’s an all-too-short distance to the source of the scream. In a low-lit alley, a DNA Fail straddles
the body of a woman, his hands still around her neck. A tick hood covers most of his face; what
she can see is a face wet with tears but contorted with fury. His victim twitches, too feeble to
fight now, but her wild eyes find her.
Connection made, she can’t help herself. “FREAK, you quit that! Pick on someone your own
size!”
He snaps around; she sees nothing but unforgiving rage in his eyes. The Fail makes a brutal
final choice, flexes the muscles in his arms and hands to crush the fragile windpipe then drops
his victim to the ground. Now free of one distraction, he sprints toward her with a guttural hiss,
so fast she doesn’t have the time to think or blink. So fast her fear takes flight and instincts take
over and she throws the scalding soup directly at his face. Oh, she delights in his screams of
pain.
“Yeah, that’s right! Hurts, doesn’t it? Son of a bitch!”
Her pent-up anger and fearsome grief mixed with bitter resentments soar free like wild birds.
She attacks the blinded Fail like a mad dervish with a flurry of kicks and blows until one kick
lands lucky at the back of his knee, something gives, and with a yelp the Fail hits the ground.
“I got company, you fool! I got friends!” she growls. “They are coming for you!”
It’s a blatant lie, but it feels nice to say it as she keeps up her attack.
The Fail bears under the attack, his face burns, and his eyes feel like they are on fire but he
looks around. The moving blurs at the alley’s entrance could be her friends, and that could be
trouble. Enough is enough. He scrambles to his feet—damn her if his knee doesn’t feel like it’s
cased in cement—shoves her back on her ass then hobbles away into the alley.
“Take this with you!” she yells, still gasping for breath as she picks up from the cluttered waste
on the ground a broken, discarded metal nut; it fits her hand like it was custom-made for this
moment and she hurls it at his head with admirable aim. The thick sound of metal hitting bone
brings a smile of victory and satisfaction to her lips. It’s a perfect throw that face-plants the Fail
into the ground, but not for long. Spitting curses, he forces himself to his feet and vanishes in
the labyrinthine maze of the alleys of Boljelam,

“Yeah, that’s right…go cry home to Mother. Bitch! Oh wait, you can’t! Your momma was a test-
tube cocktail! Creep!”

Giddy with victory, a wide toothy grin plastered on her face, she catches her breath, her body
buzzing with the adrenaline blast that makes her blood feel electric. When had been the last

time she’d felt this good? Damn if she can remember.
“That’s right!” she snaps then turns to the still body on the ground. “Hey, you okay? Bad trick,
huh?”
There’s no response. It doesn’t look like the woman is breathing, either. She puts the tip of her
shoe against the body’s shoulder, then with a strong pushes rolls it over.

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Of Dawn and Embers Of Cinder and Bone Book 3 by Kyoko M Genre: SciFi Fantasy Romance

It’s been six months since Dr. Rhett “Jack” Jackson and Dr. Kamala Anjali had their dragon cloning project shut down by the government. Just when they think they’ve gotten their lives back together, an agency within the government hits them with another suckerpunch: a criminal organization has cloned dozens of dragons in order to hold vicious dragon fighting rings. The government recruits Jack and Kamala to help them track down the organization. Jack and Kamala set out to put a stop to the illegal fights before any more dragons die…or worse, escape. Of Dawn and Embers is the third novel in Kyoko M’s sci-fi/contemporary fantasy series, following Of Cinder and Bone and Of Blood and Ashes. Goodreads * Amazon

Of Blood and Ashes Of Cinder and Bone Book 2

The world’s deadliest dragon, the infamous Baba Yaga, is loose on the streets of Tokyo. Dr. Rhett “Jack” Jackson and Dr. Kamala Anjali have been tasked with helping the government take down a dragon the size of a Tyrannosaurus Rex after it sends part of the city up in flames. Things worsen when they lose track of dragon in none other than Aokigahara, the Suicide Forest–a section of woods in Japan that is rumored to be one of the most haunted places on earth. They’ve also got the yakuza who cloned the dragon hellbent on getting her back, and they don’t care who they kill in order to re-capture the dragon. Jack and Kamala are joined by CIA field agent William Fry and dragon-hunting expert Juniper Snow as they infiltrate the forest to hunt the dragon before she can hurt anyone else. Between the ruthless yakuza hot on their trail and the growing mistrust in their small hunting party, it will take a miracle for Jack and Kamala to make it out alive… Of Blood and Ashes is the second book in the series, following the Amazon bestselling Of Cinder and Bone. Goodreads * Amazon

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OF CINDER AND BONE is Ron Howard’s Ransom meets Michael Crichton’s Jurassic Park! After centuries of being the most dangerous predators on the planet, dragons were hunted to extinction. That is, until Dr. Rhett “Jack” Jackson and Dr. Kamala Anjali cracked the code to bring them back. Through their research at MIT, they resurrected the first dragon anyone has seen alive since the 15th century. There’s just one problem. Someone stole it. Caught between two ruthless yakuza clans who want to clone the dragon, Jack and Kamala brave the dangerous streets of Tokyo to steal their dragon back in a race against time before the world is taken over by mutated, bloodthirsty monsters that will raze it to ashes. Of Cinder and Bone is an all-new sci-fi thriller from the author of the Amazon bestselling Black Parade novels. Don’t miss out on this explosive first-in-series! Fans of Westworld, I Robot, Pacific Rim, and Reign of Fire will fall in love with this mashup novel that opens up a whole new world of possibilities into what we know and love about dragons. **FREE at Amazon and Smashwords!!**Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Smashwords

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“Snow?”
“What?”
“Mind holding up for a second?”
“Why?”
“Nature calls.”
The Scottish woman heaved yet another sigh. “I swear to the almighty, I’m going to leave you
here to rot.”
Jack scowled. “Do that and I’ll find you and haunt the crap out of you.”
He stepped behind a tree. Pausing, he glanced around the trunk to see her aiming yet another
hateful glare in his direction. “Would you turn around, you freak of nature?”
Snow growled. “What are you? A three-year-old?”
“I can’t go when someone’s watching.”
“I can’t even bloody see you.”
“Would you just turn around, woman?”
Snow grumbled insults under her breath and faced away from the tree. Jack pulled a face,
knowing she couldn’t see it, and took care of business. “Christ, it’s like you’ve never been around
another human being before. You’re about as warm and cuddly as one of those face-huggers from
Alien.”
“I could use one of those right now,” she groused. “Attach it to your face so you’ll shut the hell
up.”
“Oh, I could do that. And then when I don’t have a distraction and I mistake you for a killer
clown and belt you one, you can break both my arms and call it a day.”
“Legs,” Snow corrected. “I’d break your legs, Jackson. That way you either starve to death or
are completely helpless when the yakuza show up.”
“Honestly,” Jack said, shaking his head. “No wonder your last name is Snow. I’m gonna start
singing the Cold Miser song in a minute.”
She whirled around, glaring. “Sing a single line and I’ll cut your fingers off, Jackson.”
A shit-eating grin spread across his mouth. “I’m Mister–“
He stopped abruptly just after he’d zipped up and stepped around the tree. Without another
word, he threw himself on top of Snow just as the man who had appeared behind her pulled the trigger.
The gunshot nearly deafened Jack from so close. A piercing whine filled his ears, but Jack

didn’t have time to notice the pain. The second after he’d tackled Snow, he grabbed a log behind her
head and swung it as hard as he could at the man’s knee as he aimed at them again. The log made a
sharp cracking sound against the man’s patella, shattering it, and the shots went to the left, missing
them both. Jack lunged forward and grabbed the gun, yanking the barrel up and away from him.
Gritting his teeth, he slammed the top of his skull down on the man’s nose and the man reeled
backwards, dazed. Jack jerked the gun out of the attacker’s grip and kicked him in the injured knee. The
mercenary crumpled to the ground with a scream.
Jack pointed the rifle at his head, barking, “Stay down!”
The merc glared at him from the ground, but remained still. Jack tried to slow his racing
heartbeat and tilted his head slightly, not taking his eyes off the man, as Snow rose to her feet.
“You okay?”
“Fine,” Snow said, picking leaves out of her long tresses.
“The word you’re looking for is ‘thank you.'”
“Piss off,” she snapped.
Jack grinned, replying in a sing-song voice. “I saved your life. Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha!”
“Go to hell,” she seethed.
“You’re welcome.”
“Give me the gun, idiot.”
Jack shot her a quick skeptical look. “Yeah, that’s gonna happen.”
She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “Do you know how to use that thing?”
Jack adopted an accent reminiscent of Antonio Banderas. “Yes. Barrel end points at the other
man.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Remind me which one of us is hopped up on a hallucinogen
again?”
“Oh. Point taken.” Jack handed her the rifle. She gave it a brief glancing over. To her surprise, it
had .308 rounds rather than the .50 cal rounds that the others had been carrying. The implication was
chilling. The shooter might have been dispatched specifically to kill them, not the dragon. Their targets
had changed. They were being hunted.
“Are you alone?” she asked the merc.
The man didn’t say anything. “No one is going to come find you if we shoot out your remaining
kneecap and leave you to die in this forest. Answer the question.”
Snow swung the barrel towards the leg he wasn’t clutching. “Fine. Enjoy bleeding to death.”
She fired the rifle.
“Two men!” he blurted out before he could help himself. “Closing in from the rear.”
He frowned, realizing she’d shot the ground a mere inch from his leg, and muttered,
“Goddammit” under his breath in resignation.
“Lovely. Thank you for your cooperation.” She slammed the butt of the gun into his forehead
and he flopped backwards unconscious. She knelt and handed the rifle back to Jack.
“Watch our six. I’ll see if he’s got anythin’ useful.” She checked the mercenary’s pockets, finding
extra ammo, a map, and a burner phone. He had a link in his ear as well, which she took and placed in
her own. She stood and unfolded the map, checking the marked locations on it.
“There are two sites marked here,” Snow said. “One is the campsite I saw. The other…it’s
heading back towards the city.”
“You think that might be where they’d hide the dragon if they got it?”
“Possibly.”
“Then we’d better get back to the forest entrance on double-time. We have to warn our guys.”
“I’m sure they already know,” Snow said, tucking the map into her pocket and then taking the
gun back. “Fry’s not stupid.”
“No,” Jack agreed, falling in step behind her once again. “Cold and calculating, but not stupid.”

“Not everyone can be as warm and fuzzy and useless as you, Jackson.”
“Yep, the warm, fuzzy, useless man who saved your life.”
Snow ground her teeth. Jack snickered victoriously.
She held up a fist and Jack stopped. She peered through the rifle’s night-vision scope. “There’s
the other two. Forty yards out straight ahead.”
“What’s the plan?” Jack whispered.
“Create a distraction and I’ll take them out.”
Jack aimed an incredulous stare at the back of her head. “Seriously?”
“What?” Snow asked, adopting a facetious innocent tone. “You don’t trust me?”
“You just told me you’d break my legs five minutes ago!”
“If I were going to let you die, I’d have done it when I found you. Now make yourself useful
and distract them.”
Jack let out a frustrated growl. “You are the absolute worst.”
Snow smiled smugly and said nothing as he crept off in the direction of the two approaching
mercenaries.

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Cult Feisty Lawyers Book 3 by Seelie Kay Genre: Romantic Suspense

When college students begin disappearing from American campuses, a notorious cult, God’s Delight, is the primary suspect. God’s Delight has been hosting shows featuring sex, drugs, and rock and roll around the country, and young people are flocking to them. Among the missing is the President’s goddaughter, and he wants answers. When he asks Agent Cade Matthews, a member of a secret covert organization, to find her, the mission appears fairly straightforward. Find the God’s Delight compound, determine whether a welfare check on American cult members is warranted, and get out. Simple. Clean. Easy. Cade sends newly-married Agents Dianna Murphy and Anders Mark to the University of Wisconsin to follow the trail to God’s Delight, but when they wind up in Bolivia, things go sideways. Suddenly, what appeared to be nothing more than a simple in-and-out could cost Dianna her life. When an Agency extraction is ordered, chaos erupts, and the question becomes, will anyone survive? Add to Goodreads Amazon * B&N * Kobo * Smashwords * eXtasyBooks

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“But everyone can leave when they want, right?”
Tillie cocked her eyebrow, clearly amused. “Of course. But why would they? This is paradise.”
“It is indeed, darling Miranda,” drawled a deep sultry voice. A tall, well-built man dressed in a
white cossack, a thick wooden cross draped around his neck, wrapped his arms around her and kissed
her cheek. His loose, long blonde hair framed a tan, handsome face with a strong nose and a wicked,
full-lipped grin. He turned his piercing blue eyes toward Dianna and smiled. “Hello,” he said.
The man studied her, his expression predatory.
Dianna shifted uncomfortably. So, Tillie is using another name. Meaning she’s undercover. Noted.
Dianna stuck out her hand and said. “Hi, I’m Bennie. I’m one of the students from Wisconsin working
over at the orphanage. You were kind enough to allow us to stay here.”
The man took her hand and stroked it, his expression suddenly thoughtful. “Tell me, Bennie from
Wisconsin, what do you think of my paradise?” His hand moved to her lower arm.
Dianna flushed. My paradise? Is this Reverend John? “It’s beautiful. Peaceful. But hot. And
humid. Really humid.” She gazed up into the man’s eyes, somewhat stunned at the lust she found
there. My God, he looks like he wants to devour me. Dianna quickly looked away.
The man chuckled. “You get used to it. But we keep the air-conditioning on in the dormitories for
the newbies and limit their time in the sun. And of course, we all take a siesta during the hottest part
of the day if we need one.” He released her arm. “We worship at day’s end when the air begins to
cool. Otherwise, things get a little…sweaty.” He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek, gently
tugging her hair. Then he walked away. Dianna’s gaze did not leave him as children followed him,
playfully competing for his attention. Just like Jesus.

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Cult Feisty Lawyers Book 3 by Seelie Kay Genre: Romantic Suspense

When college students begin disappearing from American campuses, a notorious cult, God’s Delight, is the primary suspect. God’s Delight has been hosting shows featuring sex, drugs, and rock and roll around the country, and young people are flocking to them. Among the missing is the President’s goddaughter, and he wants answers. When he asks Agent Cade Matthews, a member of a secret covert organization, to find her, the mission appears fairly straightforward. Find the God’s Delight compound, determine whether a welfare check on American cult members is warranted, and get out. Simple. Clean. Easy. Cade sends newly-married Agents Dianna Murphy and Anders Mark to the University of Wisconsin to follow the trail to God’s Delight, but when they wind up in Bolivia, things go sideways. Suddenly, what appeared to be nothing more than a simple in-and-out could cost Dianna her life. When an Agency extraction is ordered, chaos erupts, and the question becomes, will anyone survive? Add to Goodreads Amazon * B&N * Kobo * Smashwords * eXtasyBooks

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