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Jacob
Michaels is called directly by ePetro’s Mike Patrick, CEO of the
multinational oil broker, due to some prior data and network security
he had performed. The early investigation into the production number
manipulation by Jacob, with his coworker and lover, Petra, suggeststhe problem is a result of hacking by a Dark Matter Organization.
Where is the DMO operating, who is at the helm driving commodity
prices down, and how does the search evolve into a perilous hunt
which puts Jacob, Petra, and other members of R-Group directly into
the path of mortal danger!?

The
original series is based on a family organization called R-Group.
Recently they have spawned a subgroup that contains some of the
original characters as the Cyber Assassins Technology Services (CATS)
team. The authors have ideas for continuing the series in both of
these tracks. They track the more than 150 characters on a
spreadsheet, with a hidden avenue for the future coined The Enigma
Chronicles tagged in some portions of the stories.Fan reviews seem to
frequently suggest that these would make good television or movie
stories, so the possibilities appear endless, just like their ideas
for new stories.

They have completed
book video trailers
for each of the stories,which can be viewed on YouTube, Amazon’s
Authors page, or on their website, enigmabookseries.com.Their website is routinely updated with new interviews, answers to
readers’ questions, book trailers, and contests. You may also find it
fascinating to check out the fun acronyms they create for the stories
but summarize on their website.

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Quip added with his usual comedic observation, “Yeah, I see what you mean, since no one is
interested in buying extreme religious beliefs or terrorism, which are free exports anyway. They
really do need some more viable products that are desired exports. When your only marketable
raw resource is oil, you get branded as a one-trick-pony.”
Otto and Wolfgang rolled their eyes as Wolfgang resumed, “This turn of events has added
legitimate quantities of oil to the world markets, not just bogus numbers. However after being
ostracized from the international markets for so long, their accounting practices have
deteriorated, and they do not have the appropriate measures of financial governance to
participate with other international entities. Basically, their financial checks and balances,
required to play in the global marketplace, would be like having an uneducated teenager, from
some backwater farming community, show up at a high society gala dressed in overalls while
everyone else is in tuxedos and gowns. Their size may allow them in, but they would be
hopelessly outclassed in participating with the others.”
Otto puzzled that comment for a moment and then asked, “I admit that they may not be as
sophisticated as the others of the world market, but they have legitimate product to offer. Where
are you going with this, Wolfgang?”
Wolfgang responded, “If the so-called sophisticated oil commodity traders are being
maneuvered with bogus figures, how can this fresh entrant into the marketplace expect to
compete? I believe that their systems will be so porous that whomever is boosting the other
world producers will do the same to Iran, and inflate their production numbers with yet another
quasi-legitimate oil source. Moreover, they won’t have the financial discipline to resist selling for
an ever lower dollar per barrel price. I see them playing right into the hands of this DMO.”
Quip mused, “It’s as if this conspiracy is growing legs and walking off on its own. With
everything you are seeing, perhaps we should just turn around and float downstream with the
current instead of fighting it.”
Otto and Wolfgang both turned to give Quip a hard look, as Wolfgang tersely stated, “That is
exactly what happened when the Nazi party came to power in Germany in 1933. No one
contested their illegal activities because the economy was getting boosted by the flagrant
disregard of the laws.
“Now, here we are again, things are being manipulated inappropriately, but because the results
favor me currently, why should I complain? This situation is no different, because the laws of
civilization are being violated with the end game that we all will lose. Individuals, corporations,
nations, and belligerents must be made to play by the rules, or we all end up in a world war like
1939. We are here in this place and in this time with knowledge of history that clearly illustrates
that flagrant disregard for the law cannot be tolerated. The answer is always the same; either
stop it early, or stop it later. The only difference is how much more effort it takes to stop it later.”
Quip nodded thoughtfully and quietly stated, “Point taken.”

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Unable to get over
her fiancee’s death and facing the impending loss of her
15-year-old cat, Dulcie escapes to a virtual world. When Dulcie’s
best friend accepts a job from a clairvoyant who offers predictions
regarding Dulcie’s dead fiancée and Dulcie becomes attracted to an
online stranger, history begins to repeat itself in ways that are
both promising and terrifying. What Dulcie discovers through avirtual séance may mean the only chance she has left for love or
death itself.

My first novel, a paranormal romance, “CloudyRainbow” (Booklocker 2008) received an honorable mention in the
Writer’s Digest self-published awards. I wrote that book after my
beloved cat, Floppy, died from diabetic and liver complications. The
book is dedicated to him, and he is featured as a character in
it.

My second novel, the first book of the Cobble Cove Mystery
series, “A Stone’s Throw,” (November 2015) was published by
Limitless Publishing, LLC. It is the story of a widowed librarian who
visits her husband’s hometown and finds a new love with the town’s
newspaper publisher but also discovers some alarming truths about her
husband’s death and its connection to the publisher and his family.
Along with a variety of characters, there is also a cat and dog who
play minor but interesting roles in the novel. The second Cobble Cove
Mystery, “Between a Rock and a Hard Place” was released in
October 2016 by Solstice Publishing and a reprint of “A Stone’s
Throw” with an additional chapter was published in March, 2017.
The third book of the series, “Written in Stone,” was
released in April, 2017. I’ve also published a romantic comedy
novella, “When Jack Trumps Ace.”

I’m currently
working on a standalone mystery, Reason to Die, and have several
other writing projects planned for 2018 including a new cozy mystery
series along with the fourth volume of the Cobble Cove
mysteries.

I’m a member of International Thriller Writers,
Sisters-in-Crime, the Cat Writer’s Association, and Long Island
Authors Group and have published articles in Cats Magazine and Catnip
(Tufts University Veterinary Newsletter). I won the Glamour Puss
special award from Hartz Corporation for my Catster.com article,
“Brushing your cat for bonding, beauty, and better health,”
(June, 2016). My short mystery, “Stitches in Time” was
published in the Cat Crimes Through Time Anthology, (1999). I have
also published several other short stories of various genres in
Solstice anthologies. I live on Long Island with my husband,
daughter, and our cat, Stripey.

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Dulcie glanced to her left at the gray and white cat sitting next to her keyboard. Floppy, her fifteen-year-
old male shorthair, purred as she paused in her typing to pat his head.“I don’t mean to ignore you, big boy,” she murmured. “Visiting a virtual world isn’t as compelling as
spending real time with you.”
She hit the ESC key from the online game she’d been playing to pass the time and shut down her laptop.
She glanced around the tiny kitchen she used as an office.
Tonight, would be especially hard. Thank goodness for Floppy’s company. October 9th, three years ago.
She looked at her kitchen clock, which featured her name encircled by yellow roses that matched her
wallpaper. It was an apartment warming gift from her friend Valerie. She was lucky she’d been able to
bring Floppy to her new home. She couldn’t stay at Frank’s place. Too many memories, clouded now but
like light through a rainbow.
They would’ve been married two years this past summer, if a tragic accident hadn’t torn them apart.
Tears spilled down her cheeks. She wiped at them with the same hand that had petted the cat. He put out
his paw gently as if responding to her sadness. The whitebooted foot gently touched her elbow. She gazed
into his yellow eyes and wondered if he remembered Frank, was just responding to her feelings (cats were
intuitive that way) or was just asking for more attention or his supper.
She couldn’t sit here anymore, so she got up and went to the pantry to take out a can of cat food. As she
opened the chunky chicken feast with a pull of its flip-top lid, Floppy jumped off the table and bounded
toward her as fast as his old body could carry him. She was worried about his slower movements, and the
aging that was becoming more apparent recently. Although more indoor cats were living to twenty or
older, a cat over eight was considered a senior.
Dulcie had studied the cat age charts on the Internet and in her feline health books and knew that Floppy
would now be well into his seventies in human years. It seemed such a short time ago that she had first
adopted him and held him in her hands. Her roommate had found the stray kitten near her dormitory at
college. Many changes had happened in her life since then. She’d studied journalism in college, secretly
hoping to make a career out of being a reporter, to live the glamorous yet poor life of Lois Lane without a
Superman. Then Frank came along, and she switched from writing articles to writing computer programs
to be near him in the computer science classes he taught as a junior professor.
Floppy’s plaintive meow brought her back to the present, and she remembered that she still hadn’t
scooped cat food into his food bowl. “Sorry, fellow,” she
apologized. “Mom was just daydreaming, or nightdreaming since it’s almost time for bed.”
She watched him lap up the food and then cleaned and filled his water bowl. She knew she was just
putting off getting into bed tonight. In the last few months, she’d traded watching late night television for
playing a computer game called Virtual Universe. As fans of this game were eager to point out, it wasn’t
a game but a virtual world where people via the Internet highway were able to communicate under
different names and even create characters that represented themselves. Was this unlike the
pen names that some authors used or the characters that they wrote about in their books? But these
computer images—avatars— had identities and even interacted in this virtual space. She’d once gone
dancing using a computer animation with a guy who called himself Nero.
She’d immediately thought of the Roman emperor. But to give the guy credit, he didn’t have any tattoos
and hadn’t built up his biceps in any virtual gym. He was ordinary looking, if computer images could be
labeled ordinary. She ran into him occasionally when she logged on, and they’d chat for a bit. But neither
knew much about the other, and she wasn’t about to indulge in any online relationship. For
all she knew, Nero could be a woman or a married man.
“I think I’ll just stick with you, Flops,” she said, bending down to give her cat a pat as he finished his
meal.
She took a last glance at her laptop, stifled a yawn, and headed across the room to her daybed which
doubled as a sofa. Valerie often berated her about why she’d chosen such a small apartment. It wasn’t a
matter of cost. She didn’t need much. It was only her and Floppy. The converted garage apartment she’d
had years ago before Frank came back into her life was taken now, so she had to find something else.
Fresh starts in new places were always best after life-changing events.
She pulled open the bed and then went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and change into her cat
decorated nightshirt. When she finished, she turned off all the lights but the reading lamp, got under her
quilt that was also cat patterned, and opened the Nora Roberts book she was in the middle of reading.
Before she could start another page, Floppy was there, treading gently up to her pillow.She lay the book down and cuddled with him. It was relaxing to stroke his soft fur and listen to his purrs.
While it wasn’t the best substitute for a lover, it was easier and less stressful in many ways.

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Claron
enjoyed his life farming the land his grandparents gifted him. He
lived his life quietly and contentedly, until Rhea arrived. He’dsteered clear of relationships and entanglements since his last
heartbreak, but something about Roland’s granddaughter twists him
up inside. Something about Rhea has him rethinking his life of
solitude.

Two
hearts. One chance. Can Rhea and Claron overcome past hurts to make a
new beginning?

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Defeated, Rhea slid back behind the wheel and began racking her brain to try and remember the
remaining directions. How far was she? Could she make it on foot? She remembered her oversized
suitcase and its wheel-less base. If she had to, she would make the trek, but she had to know where she
was going first. Perhaps there was a store up ahead she could stop in and ask for directions. She looked
out the windows and only saw farmland to her left and the River Shannon to her right. And rain. “Okay,
Rhea, think. Think, think, think, think, think.” Jitters began to take over and she absentmindedly
drummed her fingers on the steering wheel. A knock sounded on the window and she jumped in her
seat with a small squeal as a man peered into the car. The hood to his raincoat covered most of his face,
but a pair of teeth flashed in a warm smile. “You alright there, lass?”
Rhea stared a moment before she realized the man was standing in pouring rain waiting for her
response. She reached for the window and rolled it down. “My tire is flat.”
His brow furrowed as he looked at the tires on the passenger side of the vehicle. He then held up a
finger as he rounded her car and looked at the other two. Nodding, he made his way back to the
passenger window. “Definitely have a puncture back there,” he motioned towards the direction of the
tire. “Whereabouts are you headed?”
Rhea shrugged and pointed to the sloppy stack of papers next to her. “Those were my directions.”
He motioned for her to get out of the car. “Best give you a lift then, come along.” He did not wait for an
answer but expected her to climb out in the middle of a storm and drive away with a stranger. Rhea
continued to sit in her car. He appeared on her side of the vehicle and opened her door and she jumped
in her seat. “I see you have some bags, I’ll grab those if you want to just head towards my lorry.” He
motioned to the vehicle parked on the other side of the road. She didn’t move.
“Not here to hurt you, lass. Just trying to help.” He offered his hand and then turned away to yell as a
vehicle sped by and splashed him in its wake. Turning back towards Rhea he waved her out. “Come
along, I haven’t all day.”
She caught a glimpse of the devastatingly handsome face beneath the hood and felt herself sliding out
of the car. “I have bags in the trunk as well.”
“Aye, I’ll fetch them. Hurry now, before you get soaked.”
Rhea darted across the road and hopped into the passenger seat, only it was not the passenger side.
Rolling her eyes, she quickly darted back into the rain to slide into the opposite seat.
A deep laugh filtered through the door as the man opened it. “Yanks always take time to adjust to the
vehicles.” He handed over her purse. “I’ll go get the rest of your bags.”
She watched as he patiently walked back across the road unaffected by the downpour and grabbed her
two giant suitcases out of the back seat of her rental. She heard them plop into the bed of his truck. He
then fetched her remaining bags out of her trunk and tossed them into his truck bed as well. She then
saw him unroll a blue tarp to cover them. He slid into the truck and heaved a contented sigh. “That
ought to do it.”
“Thank you,” Rhea said.He turned as he slipped off his hood and his bright blue eyes sparkled as his raven hair dripped with
what little rain bombarded him beneath his hood. “Riley O’Rifcan, at your service.” He held out a hand
and she shook it.
“Rhea,” she introduced.
“Nice to meet you, Rhea. Based on the vehicle and the luggage, I am assuming you just arrived in
Ireland?”
“You would be correct.” She reached into her purse and pulled out her cell phone. The screen lit up.
Pursing her lips, she slipped it back into her bag.
“No service here, lass. You will have better luck closer to town.”
“Where exactly am I?” She grimaced at the stupid question, but the stranger responded in kind.
“You’re at the county crossing, love.”
“The county crossing? As in Clare to Limerick?”
“That would be the one.” Eying her, he turned to face her. “I take it that is not where you planned to
go?”
“Well, yes and no. I know I’m supposed to be near here, but in County Clare.”
“Do you have a village name for me?”
“No, unfortunately I don’t. All I know is that I was to cross the O’Brien’s Bridge and head northeast. I’m
to stop at a bed and breakfast there.”
“Would it be Sidna’s Bed and Breakfast you’re after?”
Relief washed over her face. “Yes! Yes, that’s it!” She gripped his hand as if he were her lifeline. Realizing
her action, she dropped it immediately. He grinned before turning to face the front. “It just so happens I
just left the B&B. We aren’t too far off the mark.”
She placed a hand over her heart. “Thank you. Thank you for stopping to help me and for knowing
where I am.”
He laughed. “I’d best know where you are. I grew up here.”
“You did?”
He nodded as he drove, the sound of the windshield wipers and peddling rain filled the silences.
“Do you still live around here?”
“Aye, but closer to Limerick. My family is all about though. In fact, I imagine you will meet plenty of
them in a few minutes.”
Confused, she glanced over at him and he smiled. Rhea couldn’t think of ever seeing a man so
handsome, even when he was dripping wet.
“Sidna is my mam.” He chuckled at her surprise. “She’ll be pleased I stumbled upon her guest.”

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Mrs. Trotter enters the classroom abruptly as she addresses the behavior of her students. “In my class, it is important that you not only learn the value of reading but the value of relationships. Since we are all getting acquainted with one another, I think it is fair to say we need more time to learn what great things we all have to offer. I know there is good in each one of you, but I could not tell from the terrible display of behavior I just witnessed. It deeply saddens me that you would treat one of your classmates this way. Now, we will do an activity, so we can all learn the importance of being nice to one another. First, I want everyone to start by apologizing to Love.
Love smiles shyly as she stands before the class. The group of students says in unison, “I’m sorry, Love.” “Thank you,” Love says quietly as she takes the short path that leads to her desk. She is glad to finally sit in her seat.
Mrs. Trotter continues, “Next, I want you to say one nice thing about the person sitting next to you. Tia, since you are in the front, we will start with you and go across the row to each person until we reach the back. Michael, since you are the last person in the back of the class, you will say something nice about Tia.”

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HER
ALPHA

Enormous,
scarred and scary, Black Ridge Wolf Pack leader Aldric Forst has
never drawn the eye of any Omega. Why would he? But, on this, the
night of what he swears is his last selection celebration, everything
is different. One of those most beautiful, magical and powerful
women, the niece of the king and queen themselves, wants him. And
Aldric has never wanted anything more in return. No force—no matter
how dark, no matter how powerful—will take Helena from him.

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If
it hadn’t been for King Leonidas, white witch Ceva would have roamed
the earth alone and ostracized. She was a biological accident, and
her heritage was a curse she’d carry around for all her days. Now she
fights for her king and kingdom, a fierce warrior on a mission to
prove she is worthy of the trust and friendship the king has
afforded. When she meets Lothar, captain of the Black Ridge Wolf Pack
guard, she glimpses a future she never thought possible. But once he
knows her truths, he will surely reject her.

ONLY
HE CAN SET HER FREE

Lothar
had never met anyone like Ceva. Beautiful, fierce, protective and
loyal, she would make the perfect mate for any man. Lothar wants to
be that man, but Ceva remains elusive. Sure, she flirts, and they
dance around each other, but Lothar wants more. When his team joins
hers on a dangerous mission, he learns her secrets, which makes her
more extraordinary, not the pariah she believes she is. But her past
is about to catch up with her, and only his love can save them from
certain death.

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The
Power of Unity

Twenty-five
years ago Karli’s parents ripped her away from her home and the men
she loved. An omega with gifts worthy of only the most special man,
her parents refused to allow her to mate with anyone less than a
powerful, wealthy alpha. But at a young age Karli had found her
forever in Joseph and Rowl’s arms, and she knew she could never love
anyone else. After a vicious ogre attack decimated the village where
her parent’s had hidden her, warriors came to save the wounded pack
members. Warriors led by Joseph and Rowl.

Although
she had seemed to disappear into thin air, Joseph and Rowl never
stopped searching for the woman they loved. When Karli was discovered
among the ruins of a small village, the fierce warrior captains
couldn’t believe their eyes. And once they had found her, they were
never going to let her go. But dark forces were at work to separate
the triad once again, and this time all their lives were on the line.

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While
Laura was attending the annual omega celebration, a ruthless ogre
attack destroyed her village and wiped out her family. Heartbroken,
lonely, and adrift, she was forced to rely on the kindness of the
Black Ridge wolf pack alpha for a home. And so were many others,
including members of the small Newton pack, and their handsome,
strong alpha, Dedric. One brief interlude was all it took for Laura
to know she would choose him as her mate.

 

Alpha
Dedric Newton couldn’t believe his good fortune. Beautiful and
powerful, Laura was the omega of his dreams. Worried he had so little
to offer, he insists she spend time with his small pack as they
rebuild their village and homes. Laura and Dedric’s time in Newton
strengthens their bond while evil works to undo all of Laura’s
gifts, especially her legacy. After finding the greatest love an
alpha could dream of, Dedric will do anything and everything to keep
Laura safe from harm.

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Theseparanormal romance novels will raise your heart rate and make you
believe in love. Enter this fantasy utopia and let yourself
experience the anticipation of new love and endless thrills. After
all, everybody needs a little romance, excitement, intrigue and
passion in their lives.

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