KZ Shaw is here to tell us about Night Eagle, science fiction.
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Falling from space was just the beginning
Science Fiction
Date Published: February 16, 2026
Falling from space was a horrific end for a distinguished astronaut. Or
should have been. Instead, it didn’t just change his life, it changed
the world.
When a catastrophic explosion on an orbiting space factory hurls construction
manager Rahim Johnson towards Earth, survival seems impossible. Using a
section of debris as a shield, Johnson miraculously endures the brutal descent
and crash-lands deep into the Amazon rainforest. Severely injured and far from
rescue, he is taken in by an isolated indigenous tribe whose world feels both
unfamiliar and strangely connected to the ancestral stories that have haunted
his dreams for years. As Johnson recovers, the rainforest awakens memories of
history, loss and true friendship.
But the forest is no idyllic escape. When illegal loggers threaten the
tribe’s land, Johnson is forced back into the modern world, and
compelled to return the tribe’s favor. His survival transforms him into
a global symbol and powerful advocate, but that also brings unimaginable
consequences. Years later, his family is drawn to the very place he landed,
uncovering a legacy that binds space exploration, environmental destruction,
and one visionary inspired by Johnson who will shape the future of humanity.
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About the Author
KZ Shaw has loved science fiction ever since winning a copy of HG Wells short
stories at school. And realizing its power to channel a fertile imagination
into the written word. That fascination led to a life-long love of science and
the English language, with a particular affinity for technofiction.
Today, KZ can be found immersed in far-off galaxies, or travelling with family
in a more mundane world called Earth.
Janet Morris is here to tell us about The Golden Sword, The Silistra Quartet Book 2, dystopian epic SciFi fantasy romance.
There's also a great giveaway.
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Estri battles to regain her identity after being denied her
memories by her captor.
Will love find a way?
The Golden Sword
The Silistra Quartet Book 2
by Janet Morris
Genre: Dystopian Epic SciFi Fantasy Romance
Dystopia. Biology shapes reality. The further adventures of
the most beautiful courtesan in the galaxies of tomorrow.
She had the power to create planets. The sixty carved bones
of the Yris-tera foretold her ancient fate. Her heritage of power took her
beyond time and space and stole from her the one man she loved.
Enslaved on the planet Silistra tomorrow's most beautiful
courtesan unleashes the powers of the gods.
What readers
are saying:
“Pure
excellence…. A heroic quest of the highest calibre.” - Goodreads
“This is a book which makes one’s blood sing and one’s
mind ponder. I loved the first in the series and enjoyed this as much, perhaps
more. The ending leaves the reader desperate to know what happens to Estri next
– courtesan, slave, warrior, lover, rebel. What is next for our heroine?” –
Goodreads
“Call it what you like: science fiction, space opera,
sword and planet or erotic fantasy . . . The Golden Sword is all these things,
and so much more. A highly intelligent and sensual novel filled with ideas and
revelations, this is a gripping story that explores human sexuality and the
role it plays in politics. Although the memorable characters are bisexual, toss
away all your preconceived notions, for there is a humanity, a strength of will
and determination, a realism and depth of emotion to these characters that will
have you thinking twice about all you know and all you think you know. This is
a book for mature and discerning readers who like some meat on the bones of the
books they read. Janet Morris led the way for all the science fiction authors,
both male and female, who came after. “ – Joe Bonadonna, Goodreads
Iwonderedwhatitmeant,tobea“ten,”asthecrellkeep
chose a spot apparently like any other upon one chain and fastenedmetoitbymeansofheavymetalankletsthatwere spaced along its
length.
“I put you next to Aje. You will sleep
through the nights,” he informed me, as if I should be grateful for some
thoughtful service. Seeing me safely bound, the two jiasks turned and left the
chamber.
“Whatisyourname?”thecrellkeep asked.
I almost told him, but caught myself.
It took me a moment to remember the crell name Chayin had given me.
“Miheja,”Isaidfinally.
“Meh-he-ya,” the crellkeep corrected
me gently. “The Eastmost Star’s Daughter. Suits you. So you have the dharener
entranced, do you? A ten, indeed. Crell life is no burden to one so highly
numbered.” He stood up, rubbing his back, “I go to get Aje. You will like him.
They all do,” he said and patted my naked shoulder. Moments later I was aloneinthedesertedever-duskofthecrellpits.Asingletorch burnedatthechamber’sentry,throwinglifeintothefeature-
less rock walls.
Icrawledthelengthofmytether,andbylyingstretched out
could just get my fingers upon the central ring. I tested itsstrength,ashadcountlesscrellsbeforeme.Therewasno weakness in it. I had expected none. I
then examined each link of my chains with my fingers, to see if perhaps
somewheretherewasoneunsolderedamongthem.Therewasno error among the 387
links that bound me firmly to the centralring.Itstwinwassunkwherethecoldstonefloormetthe wall behind me. Perhaps there was a
weakness in that area, butIhadnotenoughtethertoexploreit.Ilaydownuponmy
left side and curled my knees against my chest. I could not think. I merely lay
there.
High Couch of
Silistra
The Silistra Quartet Book 1
Biology shapes reality...
One woman's mythic search for self-realization in a distant tomorrow...
Her sensuality was at the core of her world, her quest beyond the civilized
stars.
Aristocrat. Outcast. Picara. Slave. Ruler.
"Engrossing characters in a marvelous adventure." - Charles N. Brown,
Locus Magazine
"The amazing and erotic adventures of the most beautiful courtesan in
tomorrow's universe" - Frederik Pohl
"The best single example of prostitution used in fantasy is Janet Morris'
Silistra series... Estri's character is most like that of Ishtar who describes
herself as "'a prostitute compassionate am I'" because she
"symbolizes the creative submission to the demands of instinct, to the
chaos of nature ...the free woman, as opposed to the domesticated woman".
Linking Estri with these lunar and water symbols is not difficult because of
the moon's eternal virginity (the strength of integrity) links with her changeability
(the prostitute's switching of lovers). [...]
Morris strengthens the moon imagery by having Estri as a
well-keepress because wells, fountains, and the moon as the orb which controls
water have long been associated with fertility, [...] In a sense, she is like
the moon because she is apparently eternal, never waxing or waning except in
her pursuit of the quest; she is the prototypical wanderer like the moon and
Ishtar. She is the eternal night symbol of the moon in opposition to the
Day-Keepers [...]
At her majority (her
three hundredth birthday), she is given a silver-cubed hologram letter from her
mother, containing a videotape of her conception by the savage bronzed
barbarian god from another world. [...] If Estri's mother then acts as a bawd,
willing her lineage as Well-Keepress to her daughter, then Estri's
great-grandmother Astria as foundress of the Well becomes a further mother-bawd
figure when she offers her prophetic advice in her letter: "Guard Astria
for you may lose it, and more. Beware of one who is not as he seems. Stray not
in the port city of Baniev ...look well about you, for your father's daughter's
brother seeks you". Having no brother that she knows of does not stay
Estri from undertaking the heroic quest of finding her father."
- Anne K. Kaler, The
Picara: From Hera to Fantasy Heroine
I
am Estri Hadrath diet Estrazi, former Well-Keepress of Astria on the planet
Silistra. I have begun three times to tell this story, and three times I have
been interrupted. This, then, the fourth attempt, will surely prove successful.
Perhaps
you have heard of Silistra, the planet that was catalyst to the sexual
revolution in the year twenty-two thousand, seven hundred and four Bipedal
Federate Standard Time, or of the Silistran serums that lengthen life and
restore vitality in virtually any bipedal life form, or perhaps you have at
some time contracted the services of a Silistran telepath, or a precognitive,
or a deep reader. It is possible that you have in your own home the
scintillating, indestructible web-cloth woven by our domestic arachnids, or
have seen holograms of our golachits, those intelligent builder-beetles who
exude from their mouths a translucent, superhard substance called gol and
create from this gol, under the guidance of the chit-guards, the formidable and
resplendent structures in which we live and work.
And
perhaps you have seen no web-cloth, no gol, never been ill, and are not
interested in sex. If so, you may never have heard of Silistra.
I
carry Silistra in my mind’s eye, here under this alien sun. In my mind alone
can I look out the east window of my beloved exercise hall in Well Astria and
see the sun’s rising burst upon the jewel-like towers and keeps of the Inner
Well and a thousand rainbows arc and dance in the greening sky.
Best selling author Janet Morris began writing in 1976 and
published more than 30 novels, many co-authored with her husband Chris Morris
or others. She contributed short fiction to the shared universe fantasy series
Thieves World, in which she created the Sacred Band of Stepsons, a mythical
unit of ancient fighters modeled on the Sacred Band of Thebes. She created,
orchestrated, and edited the Bangsian fantasy series Heroes in Hell, writing
stories for the series as well as co-writing the related novel, The Little
Helliad, with Chris Morris. She wrote the bestselling Silistra Quartet in the
1970s, including High Couch of Silistra, The Golden Sword, Wind from the Abyss,
and The Carnelian Throne. This quartet had more than four million copies in
Bantam print alone, and was translated into German, French, Italian, Russian
and other languages. In the 1980s, Baen Books released a second edition of this
landmark series. The third edition is the Author's Cut edition, newly revised
by the author for Perseid Press. Most of her fiction work has been in the
fantasy and science fiction genres, although she has also written historical
and other novels. Morris has written, contributed to, or edited several
book-length works of non-fiction, as well as papers and articles on nonlethal
weapons, developmental military technology and other defense and national
security topics.
Janet said: 'People often ask what book to read first. I
recommend "I, the Sun" if you like ancient history; "The Sacred
Band," a novel, if you like heroic fantasy; "Lawyers in Hell" if
you like historical fantasy set in hell; "Outpassage" if you like
hard science fiction; "High Couch of Silistra" if you like far-future
dystopian or philosophical novels. I am most enthusiastic about the definitive
Perseid Press Author's Cut editions, which I revised and expanded.'
L Theodoora is here to tell us about Flight, romance - science fiction.
There's also a great giveaway.
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Flight
L Theodoora
Publication date: November 14th 2013
Genres: Adult, Romance, Science Fiction
Piper Madden used to be an Ace Harpy Hunter, but after the death of her brother, she’ll do anything to leave that life behind. She flees to the fringe underground zone called the Rift to live out her exile on her own terms.
But the authoritarian Elder Corporation isn’t about to let one of their best assets slip through the cracks. Piper is drawn back into the fray on a contract basis to combat a rising Harpy insurgence. As she struggles through her grief, she’s caught between her old life in Central and her new, confusing existence in the Rift.
With the president of Elder Corp asking Piper to spy on his sister, navigating the surprisingly passive strategies of the Rift, and a strange friendship with the mysterious Asher, Piper’s days are filled with more questions than answers.
Then, a chance encounter leaves Piper privy to a dangerous resistance plot, and as she and Asher team up in an effort to unravel the truth, the secrets they uncover beneath the ancient walls of the dead city will spark their world into a grand-scale war.
Wisps of smoke fill my mouth as I struggle to inhale, grasping the edges of my lungs until I let out a violent cough. I grope around the charred floor, unable to see, until my fingers brush his warm skin. Asher.
I force my eyes open, the thick smoke clouding them with hot tears. Asher lies beside me, sprawled across the crackling wooden floor. His eyes are dark, as though they’re filled with liquid black ink. He pulses, his jaw clenching as ebony wings slowly, painfully, rupture from his back, tearing through his skin. I reach my hand to grip his arm, avoiding the scattered debris.
“Ash?”
The flames lick up the walls around us to quell their hunger. Asher flinches when he sees me, slowly backing away as though I’m a stranger. Shit. The drugs have started working, which means I’m going to forget him, too. I wipe thick sweat from my face, crawling toward him and clutching his shirt tightly. If he moves, I’ll move with him. It’s dangerous, but I can’t let him go.
Not yet.
“Asher! It’s me!” I shout. “It’s Piper. Please. You know me.” I ignore the threat of his razor-sharp talons and wrap my arms around his wiry body. His scent, a mix of crisp cedar and musk, lets me cling to previous moments of us: his hands on my body, his lips caressing mine, staring at the stars and talking about the universe, our bodies flying high above ground. Moments I can’t forget.
“Please,” I whisper fiercely, “please remember me.” His body trembles, but he fights through it, stopping himself from tossing me aside. Just for a moment, his eyes fade back to their natural light blue, and he grabs my shirt forcefully. He buries his face into my neck like he’s breathing me in for the last time, and we cling to each other as the beams of the building crackle and come apart, sending showers of sparks raining around us.
“Piper,” he whispers. He pushes me back to arm’s length, grunting as he struggles to stay with me. Something stronger, something darker is trying to pull him under, and there’s only so long until he falls into its depths. It won’t be long now.
“Yes?” I reply, gripping his arms so tight I might leave bruises. I can’t lose him here. I won’t accept that this is the end. I look into his eyes, searching for a sign that he’s still my Asher.
That he’s not just some monster.
“I’ll find you again when this is all over,” he says, tracing his fingers over my temples.
“But how? You won’t recognize me, and I won’t recognize you. We’ll be strangers,” I murmur.
His eyes flash with an angry determination. “I would know you, Piper Madden, anywhere, any time of my life. They can try to force you away from me, but I’m not done fighting back. For the first time in my life, I’m actually fighting for something. I will find you,” he says.
We’re rocked backward as the wall explodes from pressure. He holds me tightly to keep me balanced, using his wings for leverage. Gunshots ring out in the distance, and I know it’s only a matter of time before they infiltrate and retrieve us. People I should have been able to trust. It hurts now knowing I never could.
Finally, I can feel the siren’s song of the drug pulling me into its shallow haze. Warmth floods my body as my memories are dragged just out of reach. I try to cling to them, but they drift away like petals in the wind. Asher grunts and rolls away from me, grasping his head with his hands, and his wings begin to tremble.
I look around, my head on a swivel as I struggle to stay present. How did we get here?
The moments leading up to this one drop like they’re falling down a staircase one by one.
“Asher!” I shout again, trying to bring him back to me for a little while longer. He pants heavily, willing himself to stand and remain conscious. I want to keep fighting, but I can feel my strength fading. The futility of it all wraps itself around my bones, leeching all hope. This is it.
“Promise me you’ll find me,” I whisper into Asher’s chest. Even though he’s in agony, he strokes my hair, rubs his thumb along my cheek, presses his lips against my neck.
“I promise,” he whispers, over and over, like a mantra. “I promise, I promise, I promise.”
Author Bio:
Theo is an author, screenwriter, and game designer from Northern Ontario.
She writes achingly romantic stories about complicated characters, often pulling from dark or strange places.
She has a passion for the ritual of writing, and for helping others achieve their writing goals through process and StoryCraft.
G.K. Brady is here to tell us about The Rescuer, Fall River series book 3, small-town second chance romantic suspense.
There's also a great giveaway.
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She’s moving on.
He’s running out of time.
One reckless
night changes everything.
The Rescuer
Fall River Series Book 3
by G.K. Brady
Genre: Small-Town Second Chance Romantic Suspense
She’s moving on. He’s
running out of time. One reckless night changes everything.
Reece Hunnicutt has spent his life coming to the rescue—whether it’s pulling
climbers off treacherous mountain faces or volunteering to string the town’s
Christmas lights. But after walking away from the elite search and rescue squad
that gave him purpose, Reece is a man untethered, without a landing pad and
dodging questions about his future. The one constant in his life? His quiet
dedication to his small mountain town and his brothers who have no idea he’s
about to embark on a new future that will take him to the other side of the
continent.
Town veterinarian Neve Embry has been nursing a one-sided love for Reece since
childhood. But she’s done waiting for him to see her as more than a kid sister
who needs his protection. Between juggling a struggling clinic and starting up
an exciting new relationship with a charming billionaire resort owner, Neve is
determined to move on. Sparks might not fly with her new beau, but at least her
heart isn’t on the line.
Until one impulsive night in Vegas changes everything.
Waking up married to Reece is the last thing Neve expects—or wants. But when
her clinic is vandalized and her life upended, Reece insists on sticking around
until the culprit is caught. Forced to live under the same roof, their shaky
alliance begins to crack under the weight of their undeniable chemistry.
As danger closes in and secrets come to light, Reece and Neve must confront the
truth about their desires—and decide whether this love can be rescued.
The urge to giggle had everything to
do with nerves and nothing to do with how he looked. No, nothing about his
physique was giggle-worthy. If Neve could have crafted the perfect male
specimen, he would have looked exactly like Reece. A sculpted torso that
started at wide shoulders and tapered to a trim waist, like a V, above a perfectly square butt.
Smooth, tan skin.
His back was to her, so she couldn’t
assess the man package, but judging by the way it had felt against her in bed,
he wasn’t lacking in that department either.
He came to a stop and glanced over his
shoulder. “You’re staring.”
She swallowed a yelp.
A slow grin spread over his face—at
least the side she could see in profile. “You know what they say. You see mine,
I see yours.”
“That’s so childish!” she spluttered.
“Besides, you’ve already seen it, and so have I.”
“We were five years old, Neve. I think
things have changed since then.”
Details.
She brushed at something tickling her
shoulder and looked up. “They have robes in here. His and hers, judging by the
sizes.”
“Good because I can’t find a single
stitch. Throw one out, would you?”
Hoisting herself to her feet, she slid
the smaller robe from its hanger and quickly pulled it on before handing him
the other one through the closet door.
“Thanks.” Fabric rustled. “As much fun
as it is talking to you through a closet door, I think it’d be much easier if
you came out.”
“Are you decent?”
“Always.”
She opened the door and stepped
out—and tried not to laugh, especially given the seriousness of their dilemma.
The robe hit him at the knees, and the sleeves were halfway up his forearms.
“We need to figure this out,” they
both said at the same time.
“Maybe there are some clues in here.”
Reece loped toward their adjoining doors, which stood wide open, but before she
could follow, he let out a strangled sort of noise from his bedroom.
“What is it?” She hurried through the
doorway.
“Found our clothes.”
His bed looked as though a herd of
elephants had tap-danced on it. Scattered around said bed were various bits of
his and her wedding outfits. Her panties lay in a crumpled heap beside his
boxers, and her matching strapless bra hung over a chair that sat cockeyed to
the desk. On the nightstand stood two empty champagne bottles, along with a
half-dozen martini glasses, also empty.
She gasped and tried not to hurl.
He held up his hands. “Don’t panic.” Traipsing
over to the desk, he switched on the lamp and picked up a piece of paper. A
groan punched from his lungs.
“What? What is it?”
He locked gazes with her. “You can
panic now.”
A mere beat passed, and she was by his
side, gawking at what he held in his hands. Her already-unsettled stomach
plummeted to her toes. “That’s … that’s …”
“A marriage license. Yeah.”
“It’s got to be a joke. Are those our
real names?”
“Looks like.”
He plucked up what looked like a
receipt and whipped his head toward her. His eyes dipped to her hand. “Holy
Mother of …”
She followed his gaze, and her mouth
swung open.
He pointed at her hand. “That is not fake.”
On her left ring finger was a big-ass
diamond and a matching band.
Now she darted her eyes to his left
hand. “Uh, you seem to be wearing what looks like the man version of mine.
These must be fake! Right?”
“Don’t think so.” He held up the
receipt.
She covered her mouth to hold back a
choked cry. “Is that a six? With four zeros after it?”
“No, that’s an eight.” He rubbed his forehead with his free hand. “Damn! I bought
these!”
She inspected the ring, which was
almost too big for her small finger. “It is
beautiful.”
“I have great taste. Did you have a
say in it, or did I just … buy it?”
She blinked. “You’re asking me?”
“You were there, weren’t you?”
“Yeah, I was there, but I was as drunk
as you, and everything’s a black hole.”
An award-winning writer of contemporary romance,
she loves telling tales of the less-than-perfect hero or heroine who transforms
with each turn of a page. She also writes historical fiction under the pen name
Griffin Brady.
G.K. is a wife and the proud mom of three grown
sons. When she’s not writing, she might be reading, traveling, drinking wine,
listening to music, or gardening—sometimes all at once! She currently resides
in Colorado with her very patient husband.
Clive Fleury is here to tell us about his Detective Ryan Mysteries, cozy mysteries.
There's also a great giveaway.
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The truth doesn’t sleep — and neither does Detective Ryan.
Off Season
A Detective Ryan Mystery #1
by Clive Fleury
Genre: Cozy Mystery
Detective Ryan
navigates drug overdoses, a mysterious foot on the beach and a long-buried cold
case.
Detective Ramesh Ryan's career with Sydney's prestigious Organized Crime Unit
is on the up, until he loses a court case against the city's most powerful drug
dealer. In disgrace, the detective is relocated to the tiny Australian beach
town of Barton.
It is off-season in Barton-when its few criminals usually take a well-earned
rest. But not this year! With the detective's arrival, the town suddenly
becomes murder central. Two bodies are discovered in the space of days, both
victims of drug overdoses. Then a mysterious foot is found washed up on the
beach, and memories are awoken of an unsolved cold case of the teenager who
disappeared fifteen years ago. Add to this a blossoming romance, along with a
contract taken out on Ryan's life, and it's clear that the detective has jumped
out of the Sydney frying pan into the Barton fire.
What follows is an action-packed adventure, thrilling at every turn-where truth
and lies are almost impossible to separate, and unexpected twists are the order
of the day.
Praise For OFF
SEASON
“Off Season is a sensational and thrilling mystery
that will take its reader on a journey of ups and downs and twists and turns
galore while always entertaining and thrilling you!”
—Aimee – GOODREADS
review
“Attention grabber. Moves quickly and smoothly. Informative.
Enjoyable. Don't miss.”
—Margaret – GOODREADS review
“Fleury masterfully crafts a narrative that is both
fast-paced and intricately plotted. The story kicks off with a bang and
maintains its momentum throughout, with each chapter ending on a tantalizing
cliffhanger. The plot is peppered with unexpected twists and turns, keeping
readers interested.”
—J. Komrie - GOODREADS review
“Great build-up of suspense, a layered plot, and an enticing
protagonist. Takes a lot of turns, which I love. This is definitely a page
turner for anyone who loves a good crime mystery.”
Returning to Sydney, Detective Ramesh Ryan is promoted to
the Homicide Squad. Zoe Yang joins him there. Now a detective herself, she is
assigned as his junior partner. Straight up, the cops are off and
running-investigating the discovery of a murdered company director. Following
the clues, Detective Ryan finds that this and a second murder may be linked to
past events.
As the pressure mounts for a quick solution to the case, the
detective finds that he too, is in the killer's crosshairs. But Ryan is
distracted from the investigation by a romantic encounter with an old
university friend. He also worries about his mother, Mumta, and her new
obsessive desire for grandchildren from her only son. Could this be linked to
her recent medical tests? And there's another pressing problem-the plague of
rats in his apartment block.
Detective Ryan's hands are well and truly full!
Praise For ALL
OR NONE
A riveting read. Anyone who likes mystery and crime, you
won’t be able to put this down. Thought it was an elegant continuation of this
universe. - Carolina R, Amazon Reviewer
I really enjoyed this book. I love it when you keep changing
your mind about who did it to find out at the end that you're still
wrong. – Nancy F., Goodreads Reviewer
All or None exceeded my expectations. The murders kept me
guessing, but what I loved most was Ryan himself tough on the outside,
vulnerable on the inside, and surrounded by challenges that made him relatable.
– Mary M., Goodreads Reviewer
I devoured this ARC in two sittings. The tension builds
perfectly, and the clues are woven in so well that you feel like you’re
investigating alongside Ryan and Zoe. The personal subplots (his mom, the
romance, even the rats!) add depth without slowing down the action. –
Minor C, Goodreads Reviewer
Clive Fleury is an award-winning writer of books and
screenplays and has worked all over the world as a Film/TV director, writer and
producer. He has written six books, most recently 'All Or None', the second
novel in the Detective Ryan Murder Mystery series.
'All Or None' sees Detective Ryan back in the thick of
things. His latest investigation into a mysterious death couldn’t come at a
worse time. He discovers his mother is hiding a troubling secret and is further
sidetracked by a new romance. Fans of who dunnit's, crime thrillers, and cop
and detective stories will love this novel.
Clive's other books include 'Off Season' - book one in the
Detective Ryan Murder Mystery series; 'Kill Code' - a dystopian science fiction
novel set in a world facing climate change;
‘Scary Lizzy’ - a novel about an
eight year old girl, who befriends an African child ghost – and the teen action adventure book; ‘The Boy
Next Door ‘ - a story of what happens
when a teenage girl has a crush on her next door neighbor, who isn’t all he
seems. He also co-wrote ‘Art Pengriffin
and The Curse of The Four’ - a young adult fantasy adventure about a teenage
boy who discovers his father was Merlin the Magician.
