

Science Fiction, Time Travel, Sci-fi Rom-com
Date Published: July 2020
Publisher: Carrick Publishing
Enrico Fermi wasn’t the last physicist who was both an experimental
and theoretical genius, but Professor Gail Hoff will never receive the Nobel
Prize. She wants to travel through time but discovers she can only go
forward. She goes time-traveling through several universes of the
multiverse, never to return to her little lab outside Philly. Jeff Langley,
her jack-of-all-trades electronics wizard, accompanies her.
Their escapades, both amorous and adventurous, make this sci-fi rom-com a
far-out road-trip story filled with dystopian and post-apocalyptic
situations, first encounter, robots and androids—all that and more
await the reader who rides along.
About the Author
Steven M. Moore was born in California and has lived in various parts of
the US and Colombia, South America. He always wanted to be a storyteller but
had to postpone that dream to work in academia and R&D as a physicist.
His travels around Europe, South America, and the US, for work or pleasure,
taught him a lot about the human condition and our wonderful human
diversity, a learning process that started during his childhood in
California’s San Joaquin Valley.
Steve is now a full-time writer who has written many sci-fi, mystery, and
thriller novels, some of them contained in six series. He and his wife now
live in Montclair, NJ, only thirteen miles west of the Lincoln Tunnel.
You can learn more about Steve and his books at his website:
https://stevenmmoore.com. Use the contact page there to communicate with
him…and to sign up for his email newsletter.
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SCI-FI
Date Published: July 10, 2020
Publisher: Fidelli Publishing
These are dark stories that will make you wonder, think and hopefully
appreciate life if it ever gets back to normal again. Welcome to the worlds
I created and learn about the odd relationships and people that experience
life in ways you might not want to endure. What if your life was not your
own? What if you had to conform to the laws and mores of others? Each story
is unique unto itself and each will give you pause for thought I hope
as you enter the worlds I created.
About the Author
Fran Lewis is the host of MJ network on Blog talk radio and is a reviewer
for most publishing companies. Just reviews is her sight. Fran is a reading
and writing staff developer who worked with students for 36 years in a New
York City Public School. She is a member Marquis Who’s Who, Cambridge
Who’s Who and Who’s Who of America’s Professionals.
Contact Links
Twitter: @Franellena
Instagram: @Berthatillie49
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Shadowborn Rebellion, Book 2
Sci-fi Romance
Published: July 18, 2020
Publisher: Anything-but-Ordinary Books
Determined to spend some time alone with the feisty human he wants as his
mate, Salvo Xett invites Natalie Marino to Ghost City. He’s afraid she
will find the abject poverty shocking after the relative luxury of the other
villages, but he must know her reaction before he claims her. Ghost City is
his home. His mate must be able to see beyond the scorched ruins to the
forgotten people desperately needing their help.
No sooner do Salvo and Natalie arrive in Ghost City than they are asked to
rescue a kidnapped child. Their investigation takes them on an inadvertent
tour through the seediest parts of town. Natalie is horrified yet filled
with compassion and determination. Her intense attraction to Salvo might
have brought her to Ghost City, but a burning need to help the
“urbanites” convinces her to stay. Pleased by her reaction to
the conflict, Salvo is even more convinced that he has found his soulmate
and will stop at nothing to claim her as his own.
Other books in the Shadowborn Rebellion Sci-fi Romance Series:
Slayer
Shadowborn Rebellion, Book 1
Published: March 2020
Publisher: Anything-but-Ordinary Books
General Malik Xett doesn’t have time for romance. His one and only
concern is curtailing the power and influence of the ruthless Sarronti
elite. Still, the human female working with him lingers in his mind and
fuels his imagination.
Though Kara O’Leary has been attracted to Malik since they first met,
she never dreamed he returned her feelings. One kiss ignites a hunger
neither can deny, but the timing couldn’t be worse. Hostilities
rapidly escalate and new threats are revealed. How can Malik and Kara bring
freedom to the “world below” when all they can think about is
each other?
About the Author
Cyndi has written about rock stars, vampires, and cat shifters, but she’s
currently focused on outer space. Her stories are fun, fast-paced, and
seriously hot. Her books have made the USA Today Top 100, and frequently
appear on Amazon Best Seller lists. She is currently working on the
Shadowborn Rebellion, a spin-off series set in the Outcasts universe.
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THE HERO WITHIN: AWARENESS
Yeral E. Ogando
Christian Science Fiction
Have you ever wondered about the power we possess as Christians?
Do you love reading about superheroes and their powers?
From The Hero Within Series – Awareness
A Story that will excite your imagination, and inspire you to ask yourself “Who am I”…
It will remind you that the Gifts of the spirit manifest in spiritual warfare and through the battles we face each day.
Let it unveil the reality behind our daily lives and show you how God’s calling can bring wonder to you and those around you.
Walk beside our hero through the challenges he will face each day that will test his resolve and strengthen your spirit.
Discover the Gifts of Revelation, Power and Inspiration in and through the Spirit in our Hero.
Learn how these gifts are used by our Hero with the help of God.
Grow in strength and knowledge alongside our hero and embrace the growing process of the Holy Spirit.
Book Trailer:
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“Anthony? Anthony, sweetheart, can you hear me?”
Becky’s brown face hovered inches from his own. The relief surging through him was immense, but still not quite strong enough to drown out the crushing pain that barreled through him.
An anvil sat on top of his chest, and every muscle in his body throbbed as if he had just run a marathon. The vise attached to his head kept tightening.
“Becky.” he breathed.
“Thank God, you’re okay.” She leaned forward and kissed him softly, as if she was afraid he might break.
“How long have I been here?” The intense pain grounded him—helped him forget the leaf he’d seen shifting in the breeze.
“Fifteen hours. They took you right back to surgery when you arrived. Thankfully, it went smoothly.”
“I was shot,” he whispered. Knowing a bullet had penetrated his body sobered him. He lacked the strength to even cry.
“I know.”
He glanced around at the generic hospital room, fear and safety tugging at his emotions. “Ben?” he asked.
Becky grabbed his hand “He’s at the neighbor’s house. I’ll call them with an update when the doctor gets in.”
As his Caucasian fingers interlocked with her Hispanic ones, Anthony choked up. He wished Becky could have seen the green outfield from when he had slipped away. He found himself wanting to apologize for so many different things.
“I knew you’d want Janet to know you were here,” Becky said as she squeezed his hand. “I called her right away.”
“Thanks.”
“I’ve been keeping her up to date. When you came out of surgery two hours ago, she indicated she’d be here sometime tonight.”
Anthony agonized over the many texts he’d received from Janet and how he’d ignored most of them. If he had died after the gunshot, those unanswered texts would be his last impression on his sister.
Pathetic when you considered how she had rallied around when their mother died while he was still in college. No wonder Janet continued to mother him.
He glanced at Becky. She’d been crying and looked very tired. Had she been awake all night?
“You know,” he said, hoping to lift her spirits. “I went to Sam and Ethel’s store to get some ice cream bars. The strawberry ones you enjoyed so well.”
“I figured as much. Much as I like them, they are not worth this.”
“I don’t know about that.” The chuckle that rose from his throat hurt his chest. He swallowed. “You’re worth—”
At a gentle knock on the door, they turned to see a cheerful-looking doctor come into the room carrying a clipboard and a folder.
“Good to see you’re awake. How are you feeling?”
“Sore,” Anthony said. “Tired.”
“You can add lucky to the list.” The doctor moved to the edge of the bed and stood beside Becky. “We were able to remove the bullet and repair the damage. But if that slug had been a half inch lower, the chances of your survival would have been slim to none.”
Anthony clutched Becky’s hand while he searched the doctor’s face. “But I’m going to be okay?”
“You’ll remain sore for a few days, and the injury will itch unbearably while it heals. But yes, outside of keeping you here a while longer for observation, it seems you’re out of the woods.”
The doctor checked the monitors. Then he ran a series of cognitive tests, checked Anthony’s vision, and reflexes.
“Looking good.” The doctor gave a smile of approval. “A nurse will check back in an hour or so. I suggest you get some rest. Right now, it’s the best thing for your body.”
“I’ll try,” Anthony said. “Thanks.”
A very relieved looking Becky smiled at the doctor. “Yes, doctor. Thanks so much.”
“One more thing. Don’t be surprised if you find yourself crying more than usual. Any surgery near the heart seems to affect patient’s emotions.” The doctor turned about and left the room.
Becky’s face scrunched. She heaved deeply and wept into the side of Anthony’s hospital bed. “I thought I had lost you.”
He reached out and stroked her dark hair. “Well you didn’t. “I’m still here, and I’m not planning on going anywhere.”
Again the picture came to him of playing catch on the outfield with his old man. What did it mean? He sensed there was some great power waiting for him on the other side of the grass.
So was it really something to avoid, or not?
~*~
Taking the doctor’s advice and resting was easy because Anthony fell asleep with Becky still clinging to the side of the bed, their hands interlocked.
An hour and a half later, when a nurse came into the room to check on him, he roused. The nurse assured him that his vitals were good and he was headed in the right direction.
He lolled his head back on the pillow but now he was wide awake and too anxious to get back to sleep.
Becky had pulled a chair close to the bed and sat beside him quietly.
He studied her face and wondered what it had been like to receive the phone call letting her know her husband of twelve years had been shot.
How much had she seen? Had she caught a glimpse of him before the surgery, soaked in blood while being pushed on a gurney?
He continued to stare at his wife. She was so beautiful the way her long hair framed her face, and. he was overwhelmed by how much he loved her. Ashamed of how badly he had treated her for most of their marriage, he let a few tears slip out. Things were going to change.
A knock sounded at the door, and Anthony expected it was the doctor or a nurse coming to check on him again. Instead, Janet poked her head around the door. At fifty two, along with her short salt and pepper colored hair, the stress and worry on her face made her look eerily like their mother.
“Come on in.” His voice was amazingly weak.
His sister slowly entered the room looking at him as if she didn’t trust her own eyes.
Becky rose from the chair with a smile, and the two women met with a hug at the end of the hospital bed.
Janet looked back at her brother over Becky’s head and frowned. “Oh, Anthony are you really okay?”
“According to the doctors.”
“Am I intruding?” Janet asked, glancing at Becky.
“Of course not.” Becky patted the back of the chair where she’d been sitting. “In fact, why don’t you stay with him for a while? I need to go find some coffee.”
“Coffee sounds good. Could you bring me a cup too?”
With a nod, Becky headed out.
Janet took up the post Becky had previously occupied by the bed. “I don’t even know what to say. You are all the family I have left. I was so terrified.”
“I was a little scared, too,” Anthony admitted with a sheepish laugh.
“I prayed for you the entire way here. I know you don’t buy into that, but I did it anyway.”
Anthony thought of the green outfield and how their father had spoken to him. “Actually, I appreciate it.”
Maybe, the power I felt on the other side of the grass was God. It was a jarring thought. Anthony had always believed in a god of some sort, but he had basically ruled out the God who Janet devoted her life to.
Still what or who had directed him back to the world of the living, using the vision of his deceased father?
Anthony had been borderline rude to Janet every time she’d mentioned her faith. Now, as she sat at his bedside while a bandage covered his surgery wound, he wondered just how she had acquired such faith.
More than that, he wondered how he could get it. But he immediately put the thought at the back of his mind.
“Whether or not it was your praying that did it,” Anthony said offhandedly, “the doctor indicated I was lucky. Half an inch lucky, to be exact.”
“Yeah, I know. Becky told me. Would you mind if I pray over you right now?”
Anthony was a bit taken aback. But what harm could there be? “II guess it would be okay.”
With a smile on her face, Janet took both of his hands in hers. She clasped them tightly and bowed her head.
“Lord, thank you for saving Anthony. Thank you for your grace and your mercy and thank you for—”
Anthony didn’t hear the rest. Out of nowhere, a tremendous flood of grief tore through him, and he wept.
He saw the green outfield again, but this time, his father and his younger self were nowhere to be seen. Instead, it was just him in his current thirty-seven year old body.
Anthony. A soft voice penetrated his mind. I have chosen you. I have work for you to do. But you need to accept and know Me first.
Then just as quickly it was gone. The voice and the outfield. All gone in the blink of an eye.
When the vision faded, he realized he was still crying, and Janet was holding him close.
“Anthony, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“I’m sorry.”
“What for?” Janet asked.
“I don’t know.” And he didn’t.
He wasn’t sure if the apology was directed at Janet, Becky, or God. Maybe it was intended for all three.
“But II think I need to talk to you.”
“About what?”
He looked at her sheepishly, “God.”
Master of Arts in Theological Studies
Master of Arts in Languages and Linguistics
Doctor of Philosophy in Theology
He has been a Bible professor for many years and teacher for several
languages locally and internationally, such as Spanish, English, French,
Italian, Portuguese, and Haitian Creole.
He has also been able to write the following books:
* The Hero Within – Power (Volume Two)
* The Hero Within – Nede Land (Volume Three)
* Teach Yourself Italian by Yeral E. Ogando.
* Teach Yourself Haitian Creole Conversation by Yeral E. Ogando.
* Teach Yourself Haitian Creole by Yeral E. Ogando.
* And many other books for language learning (English, Spanish, Creole and Italian)
* Coming Soon From The Hero Within Series (Volume Four – Volume Five – Volume Six)
His hobbies are reading and listening to music. He is passionate for
teaching, learning and starting new ministries and businesses.
He is the founder and owner of the successful internet business www.christian-translation.com, thus reaching the world in more than 200 languages since 2004.
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