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Colorado: Cheeseburgers, Hot Springs and the Rodeo Think You Know Your States? Book 12 by Chelsea Falin and Victoria Hammond Genre: Nonfiction, State Trivia

Think you know your states?THINK AGAIN! Did you know that the cheeseburger was invented in Colorado? Or how about that Colorado was the first state to legalize marijuana on all levels? Or that Colorado has the highest “lowest point” of all the states? If you want to find out more interesting, little known, well known, strange, or unusual facts about Colorado, this book is a must read! Sections include: *General State Facts *Facts By City *Sports *Animals *Strange News *Infamous Crimes *Natural Disasters *Most Popular Baby Names by Birth Year *Population & Growth By Decade *Famous Coloradans By Birth Everything you’d ever want to know about Colorado, and so much more! Want to learn about other states? Make sure you check out the other ‘Think You Know Your States?’ books! States currently covered include Florida, Wisconsin, West Virginia, Maryland, Arizona, Idaho, Mississippi, South Dakota, Indiana, Montana, and Missouri! (Book contains mildly violent subject matter in certain sections. Recommended for ages 10+, but is great for all ages with parental assistance and guidance) Goodreads * Amazon

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About Chelsea Falin Chelsea Falin is the independent author of 30 titles in the romance, young adult, and nonfiction genres. She began writing with intents to publish in 2006, and finally released her first book in 2009, at the age of 19. She has since released several standalone books and multiple series, which include “The Benson Family Chronicles,” The Growing Roots Series,” and “Think You Know Your States? Series.” Additionally, Chelsea is a content marketing specialist and book blogger. About Victoria Hammond Victoria Hammond is the co-author of the “Think You Know Your States? Series.” As a ten-year-old honor student she often assists Chelsea with researching state history and facts. Victoria’s hobbies include graphic design, animation, track, and other art creation. She aspires to be a crazy cat lady and famous YouTube animator. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

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The Archer’s Diary Book One by Liam Cadoc Genre: Historical Fiction Mystery

THE LEGEND IS REAL Since the 14th century, Robin Hood has proven to be one of the most enduring and versatile folk heroes. Medieval historians believed Robin lived during the 12th or 13th century but despite decades of intense research by contemporary scholars, solid evidence has never been found. Until now. Logan Daggett, son of Donald Daggett, well known CEO of one of Australia’s largest international corporations, has his 21st birthday celebrations disrupted by a family tragedy, the revelation of his mother’s decades-old secret—and a birthday gift of a collection of centuries-old family heirlooms. This series of events contrive to change the course of his life forever. Accompanied by his two closest friends, the young Aussie sets out to uncover the truth behind the accident that irrevocably changed his life, and to research the authenticity of the priceless heirlooms, completely unaware of the adventure and dangers lurking around every corner. During the course of their journey they uncover irrefutable evidence that causes further turmoil among the family, spark controversy among medieval scholars worldwide, and the potential of sparking upheaval to a country’s history and creating conflict between two nations. Liam Cadoc’s stunning debut to historical fiction sweeps readers into a ruthless world where greed and corruption threaten to deprive a nation of historical riches and the world of the truth behind a legendary hero. This is Book 1 of a 2-book set. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Kobo * Books2Read

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Cadoc endeavors to create a feasible balance of historical fact and fiction into his writing in order to meet his obligation, as an author, to his readers. To that end he spends a large part of his conceptual writing on researching the world in which the characters will inhabit. “I’ve always had a fascination with history, particularly the medieval period of England and the Arthurian Legend. Though my genre is historical fiction, I hope that my readers will come away with a better understanding and appreciation for how people survived and endured before the inception of the basic luxuries we take for granted each day.” He penned his first fiction while in high school and was quickly recognized by the English staff and his class for his vibrant imagination. He was also a talented artist and, after graduating, followed a career as a graphic designer in the publishing industry compelling him to put aside writing for a number of years. In 1998, he met his wife-to-be on the Internet when online dating was in its infancy. After 18 months of long-distance romancing, they wed in Sydney, Australia and he returned to America with his wife to begin a whole new life together. Now retired, Cadoc has the time to return to his beloved writing and has spent 9 years working on THE ARCHER’S DIARY, his first historical fiction novel. He enjoys bare-bow target archery, reading, writing, kayaking, movies, traveling, and doing the occasional commissioned portrait of pets or people. He currently lives in central Florida with his wife. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Goodreads

CHAPTER 1

He hit the brakes but nothing happened. The car continued to pick up speed. He
stamped down several more times, only to achieve the same outcome. Nothing. He could
feel his heart racing, the blood pounding in his ears as he fought to regain control of the
runaway vehicle. Donald Daggett, CEO of one of Australia’s top three wine producing
companies, was losing a fight for the first time in his life. He knew it and his wife,
Elizabeth, knew it. He saw the knowledge in her terrified gaze as he glanced sideways at
her. She had her arms out, bracing herself against the dash as he fought to keep the car on
the road. He swiped madly at the sweat trickling into his eyes, burning them, and causing
his vision to blur. Damnit, I can’t save us if I can’t see, he thought. He reached for the
emergency brake, hauling back on it with all his strength. Once again, nothing happened.
None of the brakes seemed to be functioning. A leisurely day trip in the bucolic English
countryside had become an unexpected hellish nightmare ride through the quiet evening
streets of Bourton-on-the-Water.
Daggett sensed an aching pressure building and clutched his chest as the tension
suddenly turned painful. Dark blotches swam into his vision, and he tried to shake them
away but succeeded only in losing his grip on the wheel. His wife seized her seat belt and
turned her face to her window, screaming at the houses flashing past. Moments later the
car careened across the road, with a screech of skidding tires, and tore into the solid stone
pillar of an ancient bridge before flipping into the turbulent stream below.

Water rushed in through the shattered windows, swirling around their heads as the
Daggetts dangled by their safety belts. Donald twisted and fought to free himself as water
rose past his head. He reached out frantically for his wife only to encounter her limp
body. The pain in his chest exploded and everything went black.
Moments later a dark figure slipped from the nearby shadows. It eased down the
embankment towards the wreckage with one intention in mind. And it wasn’t to be the
Daggetts’ salvation.

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Meanwhile, back home . . .

Logan Daggett was up to his neck in trouble—again. He couldn’t risk a backward
glance but his heightened senses were keenly aware of the men closing in on him rapidly
from behind. His latest predicament was yet another result of his inherent cockiness. He
tucked his head down and bolted forward like the hounds of the Baskervilles were
snapping at his heels.
The ground shuddered with the sound of a dozen sets of heavy feet giving chase.
Two hulking shapes moved to bar his path. Logan didn’t hesitate. He tucked his head
down and, leading with a solid shoulder, he bored straight into them. He sent one of the
human barricades careening backwards.
Logan’s momentum faltered. A wave of bodies fell on him before he could move.
Beefy arms wrapped themselves around his neck and shoulders, others clawed at his legs.
Just as he collapsed under the attack, he caught a glimpse of his Aborigine mate, Gavin

Allawa, charging to his aid. With a deft flick of his wrist, Logan released his death-grip
on the object in his hand and sent it flying to Gavin’s outstretched hands.
He felt pure satisfaction to see his friend making a perfect catch and dashing past
before Logan disappeared beneath a writhing mass of sweating, grunting, swearing
attackers. He laughed as the breath was crushed out of him.
A tumultuous roar went up. Logan extricated himself from the heap of bodies just in
time to witness Gavin’s victory dance and bow of appreciation to the thousands of fans
enjoying the regional intrastate football game.
Logan staggered toward the sideline. Then he spotted them—a couple of stone-faced
cops.
Shit. What now? Logan thought as a bystander pointed him out to the police, and
they began walking in his direction.

Gavin watched his buddy from across the far side of the field as the two officers
converged on him and a sudden lump of ice formed in the Aborigine’s stomach. His head
rang with warning bells going off. I thought all that business surrounding the girl’s death
had been sorted out.
Jostled by his jubilant teammates and supporters, Gavin fought to keep sight of the
cops confronting Logan. He strained against the pull of the crowd, twisting and turning.
Something was definitely wrong, and he grew more desperate to rush to his friend’s side.
One of the coppers laid a hand on Logan’s arm and the young player’s shoulders drooped
as he hung his head despondently.
That was the last straw. Gavin tore free of the raucous celebrations and raced across
the field as Logan dropped to his knees.

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Lonely Road of Faith by Merideth Deeds Genre: Nonfiction Drama, Romance

Anna Lynn finds herself barefoot and pregnant when she is forced to move back to her hometown of Sulfer Springs. While all hope seems lost, she begins to rebuild her life and her faith as she perseveres through many trials and tribulations that life throws at her. On one fateful December night, Anna runs into Billy Denham, an old flame, who had stolen a piece of her innocent heart as a young teenager. Unaware of the demons that he faces, she allows him into her and baby Johnny’s life. Anna, nor Billy, have any idea what is in store for them after their paths cross yet again. ** Only .99 cents!!**Goodreads * Amazon

I am a native of Texas, born and raised in a small town. I graduated from Texas A&M University in College Station, Texas in 2008 with a Bachelor’s degree and from Tarleton State University in 2019 with a Master’s in English and Curriculum. I currently am a full time teacher, mother, and wife. God has put writing on my heart in order to inspire and encourage others that are currently or have experienced similar tribulations in life. My hope is that my stories will give others hope and comfort through the trials they face throughout their lives. My first story, Lonely Road of Faith, is inspired by real-life events and me and my husband’s broken paths that eventually led back to each other and to God. Facebook * Twitter * Amazon * Goodreads

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The Simulation Theory of Consciousness (or Your Autonomous Car is Sentient) by Donald Firesmith Genre: Speculative Non-Fiction

Have you ever wondered what our robots might be thinking? What do our cars experience as they use their sensors to observe the world around them and increasingly take over our driving duties? When we play computer games, are we the only ones who experience the simulated virtual worlds they create? More generally, are our computer-driven creations sentient with their own internal, subjective streams of conscious? Named a distinguished engineer by the Association of Computing Machinery, Donald Firesmith uses his 40 years of experience developing complex, software-intensive systems to argue that the answer is yes. The many functional analogies between humans and cyber- physical systems produce a strong argument that every software-reliant physical system that creates a real-time simulation of itself and its environment is consciously aware of that simulation. Just as neuroscientists study consciousness in terms of the neural correlates of consciousness (NCC), software and system engineers will study artificial consciousness in terms of the corresponding cyber correlates of consciousness (CCC). The consciousness of our creations is not just an issue for engineers and academics. As our cyber-physical systems become more intelligent and pervasive, it is time for all of us to consider the social, ethical, and legal ramifications of their intelligence. To do less could have dire consequences. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * B&N * Kobo

A geek by day, Donald Firesmith works as a system and software engineer helping the US Government acquire large, complex software-intensive systems. In this guise, he has authored seven technical books, written numerous software- and system-related articles and papers, and spoken at more conferences than he can possibly remember. He’s also proud to have been named a Distinguished Engineer by the Association of Computing Machinery, although his pride is tempered somewhat by his fear that the term “distinguished” makes him sound like a graybeard academic rather than an active engineer whose beard is still slightly more red than gray. By night and on weekends, his alter ego writes modern paranormal fantasy, apocalyptic science fiction, action and adventure novels and relaxes by handcrafting magic wands from various magical woods and mystical gemstones. His first foray into fiction is the book Magical Wands: A Cornucopia of Wand Lore written under the pen name Wolfrick Ignatius Feuerschmied. He lives in Crafton, Pennsylvania with his wife Becky, and his son Dane, and varying numbers of dogs, cats, and birds. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

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Deadly Double-Cross by Sherry Roseberry Genre: Romantic Suspense

Crystal James operates Gemstone, a skiing resort her father owns, settled at the base of the Grand Tetons. She can survive in the wilds of the jagged range even if they are covered in snow. Lukas Guarrad, a Los Angeles detective, knows his way around the big city but is at a loss in the mountains. Especially when he’s afraid of heights. He’s trailing a cat burglar named Panther, who uses Gemstone to fence his stolen goods, because the thief murdered Luke’s partner. Crystal witnesses a homicide meant to look like a heart attack. Later she inadvertently hears a death warrant taken out on her life. All other avenues blocked, she strikes out for the Tetons and stumbles across Luke who has sprained his ankle. Is he the assassin? If not, his life is in danger as well. Plus in his condition he’s no match for the elements. She is forced to haul him along. There is a growing attraction between them. But can she trust him? Luke tries to protect Crystal from Panther, but in the end will she be able to overcome her paralyzing fear of guns to pick one up and save them both? Goodreads * Amazon

Love Only Once by Sherry Roseberry Genre: Historical Romance

Does love come again? Granger Hawks firmly believes he can love only once. Not wanting a wife, but needing a woman who could educate and be a mother figure for his daughter, he answers an ad for a mail-ordered bride, requesting someone plain and unassuming, someone he wouldn’t become emotionally involved with. Without love, emotions fade, leaving festering sores. Tired of living off charity, Falisha Harrington travels to New Mexico in answer to Mr. Hawks’s petition. Positive he doesn’t need a wife, but a governess for his daughter, she’s determined to convince him of that fact. The woman with large slate-blue eyes and platinum-blond hair is not what Granger had expected, and he’s dead set on sending the beautiful Miss Harrington back to St Lewis. But a deserter kidnaps Falisha for the money she’ll bring South of the border. It’s one thing for Granger to rescue Falisha from white slavery. It’s another for him to admit he can find love more than once. Goodreads * Amazon

Tender Deceptions by Sherry Roseberry Genre: Romantic Suspense

For all outward purposes, Michelle Grant is a sophisticated, San Francisco, society girl. But beneath her exotic beauty lies a daring spirit that leads her into the dark, perilous streets of Chinatown. Masked as a Chinese man, but named Mei Hwa, she’s part of a secret alliance that rescues innocent young girls from the brothel cribs. Dirk Andrews is out for revenge. His younger brother died at the hands of Celeste Grant, and he means to make her pay. He’s found that the woman has made her fortune on coolie trade, opium, and brothel slavery. Going undercover, he works his way into Celeste’s confidence. From the first time Dirk met her, Mei Hwa intrigued him. Why her deception? Why walk the streets at night dressed as a Chinese man? And why was she so intent on rescuing girls from the brothel cribs? It was dangerous work, and not fit for a woman. As Mei Hwa and Dirk work together fighting the slave girl trade, their feelings for each other grow. And he professes his love. One morning Michelle hears a familiar laugh. With trepidation she glances into the drawing room to find her Aunt Celeste with her arms around Dirk. How could he? How could he hold that woman? Had she surrendered her heart to a traitor? Goodreads * Amazon

Sherry Roseberry was born and raised in a small town in Idaho. There were two things she wanted to be when she grew up, a mother and an actress. From middle school to college her focus was drama. While in a seventh-grade class her English teacher said that if they ever wanted to write for magazines like The Readers Digest the articles had to be perfect in spelling, grammar, and punctuation. She admonished the students to take English classes seriously Roseberry remembers thinking that advice didn’t pertain to her because she wasn’t going to be a writer. She was going to be an actress. Little did she know she would end up being an award-winning author. Her drama training hasn’t been wasted, though. She’s been in several community productions and written, acted in, and sold four plays to Eldridge Play Company. Three are still in print. She has adapted the acting methods she’s learned to accentuate her writing, and she’s given numerous workshops teaching others the same techniques. But, she still remembers her seventh grade English teacher. She wishes she’d paid more attention. Website * Facebook * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

Los Angeles
December
Who would have thought Lucas Guarrad, of all people, would be looking forward to a toddler’s birthday party? Not anyone
down at LAPD headquarters, that’s for sure.
With a blue tank engine secured under one arm, a yellow stuffed bear pressed against his chest, and a grin edging his
mouth, Luke stepped from his black sixty‐seven Thunderbird onto the curbed lawn. He would have spent more on little
Nicky, but he’d been asked correction … ordered, to keep the cost in a reasonable range.
Well, so much for seats on the fifty‐yard line at the Super Bowl.
Luke glanced up and, through the picture window of his partner’s enormous fixer-upper, he spied the birthday boy as the
two-year-old popped above the high‐backed couch. It took only a moment before Nicky spotted him. A luminous smile
spread across the child’s cherubic face.
The excited toddler made a trampoline of the cushions and waved his chubby arms. Luke could almost hear the tyke give
his usual greeting, “Unka Ouke. Unka Ouke!” Then the little guy jumped down from the sofa.
Chuckling, Luke’s grin widened. It felt good to be wanted. Real good. He loved the boy and his five‐year‐old sister,
Rachael, as if they were his own. They made him, a professed bachelor, think about the possibility that a cop could have it
all … career, spouse, and children.
A real family life.
Somehow, against all odds, his partner, Detective Nicholas McCammon, made it work. A feat Luke swore a policeman
could never do.
The outside light flicked on, and Nick stepped onto the porch. He smiled. “You’re late.”
“Only by thirty‐seven minutes and….” Pushing the car door shut with the heel of his Wellington boot, he made a great
production of raising his arm to look at his watch. “Fifteen seconds. I couldn’t decide on the tank engine, or … the stuffed
toy.” He nodded to each in turn.
“So, you got both.”
Luke shrugged. “What can I say?”
McCammon shook his head. “Party’s out in the gazebo. Justine’s setting it….”
Glancing at his feet, he paused and picked up what appeared to be a small piece of paper. Brow puckered, he held it up to
the light. All at once he staggered back a step and jerked his attention to the opened garage. A wrapped, glossy blue present
sat on his gas heater. A visible shudder passed through his now rigid body.
Just as he turned his horror‐stricken expression to Luke, an abrupt explosion reverberated through the air. The blast
torpedoed Nick off the stoop as if his body were made of so many goose feathers.
Stunned, Luke froze in place. His heart stopped. His mind blanked out, and his blood turned to ice.
In shocked disbelief, he took a stumbling gait forward, a cry escaping his constricted throat. The bomb ignited the living
room curtains, growing, consuming.
Justine. Rachael. Little Nicholas.
Did they make it to the gazebo? Or were they still inside?
With a guttural scream, Luke dropped the presents and bolted toward the house. He refused to admit it was already too late.
The gas pipes detonated. In the next instant, subsequent explosions worked their way through the home. Like deadly
dominoes, a wave of air pressure crumpled the ranch‐style structure as if it were fashioned from graham crackers.
Glass splintered from window frames. Smoke billowed from the foundation. Fire spurted into the pewter sky. Blinding light
chased away shadows hovering around the tops of nearby palm trees. Resembling a colony of ravenous termites, flames ate
at the wood frame. The roaring noises had to be there.
But Luke couldn’t hear them. Instead, a deafening quiet rang in his ears.
Jetted debris knocked him flat on his back. The impact punched the air from his lungs. Fighting for oxygen, he covered his
face with his arms and rolled onto his stomach. He knew shrapnel struck him, although, like the thunderous clamor, shock
sedated any pain.
Warm blood ran from his brow and trickled down the side of his nose. It dripped onto his eyelid, and he scrubbed his face
against his shirt sleeve.
He scanned the yard for Nick, barely making out the man’s inert form among the rubble. Digging his fingernails into the
sandy earth, he dragged himself over to his friend and managed to pull himself to his knees.
“Nick? Nick, can you hear me?”
No answer.
Luke placed the pads of two fingers at the side of the man’s burned neck, trying to find a heartbeat. It was faint, but there.
He positioned an ear to his mouth and a hand on his chest.
Nothing.
With his pulse throbbing in his temples, he tilted Nick’s chin, pinched the man’s nose and, with his mouth over Nick’s,
administered two slow breaths. He watched his chest rise and fall. Again, he checked for any sign of breathing.
Still nothing.
“McCammon, don’t cut out on me now.”
Over and over Luke gently blew air into Nick’s lungs, while silently vowing to never give up. He rechecked for a heartbeat
and drew strength in finding a steady thump.

Yet the man would not breathe on his own.
“Come on … come on! You can’t….” He choked on the words.
For the third sequence, he breathed for his friend. All of a sudden, Nick gasped. He drew in a shuddering breath … then
another.
Relief washed over Luke. Salty tears stung the gashes on his face. Grasping his partner’s lacerated hand, he found the paper
Nick had been examining moments before the first explosion.
Luke didn’t have to look at it to know what it was. Shaking, he withdrew the business card and stared transfixed at a glossy
insignia.
In gradual succession, he became conscious of shouts from somewhere down the street, a siren howling in the distance, and
a relay of barking dogs. Pain crawled into his being, consumed his mind. But it failed to match the burning ache in his
heart. A gathering blackness tunneled his vision.
As he caught the flash of the blue engine and the yellow bear heaped by the bumper of his car, he slumped over Nick’s
body; the card clenched in his fist.

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