Getting a PhD in planetary science was supposed to get Chrissy King a spot in the next astronaut class, not a workaholic husband and a dead-end job babysitting analytical equipment. Add two kids conspiring to keep her up all night every night, and Chrissy wonders if Happily Ever After is a lie told to propagate the species. When Chrissy creates a strange new material in her lab, it raises red flags in an alien peacekeeping organization, the Knights of Mourning, who send someone to check it out. As the Knight is getting Chrissy fired—in the name of galactic peace—someone murders the alien. Normally, Knights train for decades for the honor to serve, but with seconds to live, the dying alien recruits Chrissy in a last ditch effort to catch the murderer.
Being an interstellar protector of the peace isn't all teleporters and ray guns. Antihuman sentiments run close to the surface, and if the murderer doesn’t get Chrissy first, an “accidental” misfire of a subatomic particle beam might. And the killer isn’t some run of the mill alien assassin: he targets stars, too. When Chrissy makes a quick trip to Earth to check on her family, the murderer follows her home. If she can’t stop him, the killer is going to add Sol to his collection of celestial corpses.
STARBREAK is a science fiction reimagining of the Arthur legend.
THE LAST STORM SINGER
Tashira has never sung. No one Tashira knows sings because the penalty is burning at the stake by the Sea Priests. They and they alone are allowed to call magic through their song, manipulating water with their words and cadence. Their songs protect the cities near the oceans and keep the monsters from attacking the ships they guard as they cross the waters. When a boy sings stone out of thin air right in front of Tashira, she knows something is wrong. The priests have always said only water can be sung, and only to keep the monsters locked in their watery prison. But the boy sang, and the guards clothes turned to stone, and now the priests want to silence the witnesses. They burn down Tashira’s home and send giant mudcrabs to kill anything that comes out of the building. Homeless, penniless and unable to trust the people who have always protected her city, Tashira sings in a desperate attempt to save the boy from burning.
Instead of stone or water, the very sky answers her call and lightning strikes. Tashira is a storm singer. And now the Priests want her. She escapes with the boy, and they steal a sky ship. But the priests have a plan. Centuries of being the wardens of the deep have warped them. They’ve fallen to the creatures of the deep, and now they are trying to destroy the world they once protected. The priests have killed off or enslaved everyone with the singing gifts, and the only people left who can stop them are Tashira and the boy.
THE LAST STORM SINGER, is a YA fantasy adventure similar to what you’d get if you put Avatar the Last Airbender and Pirates of the Carribean in a blender and tossed in a dash of C’thulu.
ACTION FOUR: NEWS YOU CAN COUNT ON
Alicia Rodriguez has life all figured out. If she can put in enough time covering the dangerous supervillains that plague Basaltica City, she’ll get promoted to anchor, a job with real security. When the handsome Eric Flemmings—rival station reporter—drugs her with a truth syrum, she spills the beans about a villain she’s been investigating. The drug leaves Alicia groggy, and worse, late for the big take down of a supervillain that she orchestrated.
Late to her own segment and scooped by a rival station, her whole team gets fired: producer, makeup, and cameraman all out of work in one fell swoop. Now with more time and less money on her hands, Alicia bounces around jobs, but nothing holds water. Then she discovers a cache of gadgets from the big take down that the cops never found. Even drugged, she’d managed to keep some secrets. Equipped with all the trappings of a supervillain, but no supervillain to report on, Alicia and her crew hatch a plan to get their old jobs back: they’re going to fake the newest supervillain in Basaltica City.