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A second collection of short stories from C. C. BrowerIn addition to later earlier novellas and novels, Brower continues her prolific output with short stories - all full of wonder and high imagination.Contemporary, Fantasy, Science Fiction - 14 wonderful stories from a different view of life. New ways to look at the world you live in, and ask yourself "what if" things were different...For Brower fans, this includes the final installments of the Hooman Saga, where a single human female escapes from a moon colony prison and crash-lands back on earth. Wanting to rescue the rest of her family, she has only the sentient wolf pack she befriended, a decimated human population returned to the Dark Ages, and elemental spirits - but no space technology remaining to cross that 240,000 miles of empty space. And yet...This anthology contains: The Lazurai Returns by C. C. Brower & J. R. KruzeHam & Chaz by C. C. Brower & J. R. KruseThe Spirit Mountain Mystery by S. H. Marpel & C. C. BrowerThe Lazurai Emergence by C. C. Brower & S. H. MarpelFor the Love of 'Cagga by C. C. Brower & R. L. SaundersWhen the Crow Calls by C. C. BrowerTotem by C. C. BrowerMoon Bride by C. C. Brower, S. H. MarpelBlood Moon by C. C. Brower, S. H. MarpelThe Moon Cleaner by C. C. Brower, S. H. MarpelMoon Shadow by C. C. Brower, S. H. MarpelMoon Queen by C. C. Brower, S. H. MarpelMoon Rebels by C. C. Brower, S. H. MarpelAlice in the Moon by C. C. Brower, S. H. MarpelScroll Up and Get Your Copy Now.

The adventures of the Ghost Hunters continue - with more exotic locations and hair-raising paranormal adventures than ever before.This new anthology of short story fiction by S. H. Marpel and various co-authors brings you new ideas to digest - all in the short periods of time you have available.Explore such ideas as:- A young girl who could create whole universes to explore, yet had no idea what to do with such powers. So she bent time and space to visit an uncle and aunt who just might...- A phantom created out of electrons, who somehow learned to pass for human - but still knew something was missing within her heart.- When the walls finally closed, the dangers that threatened the city were now secured outside, but it's residents were now contained inside its walls forever. One young woman resisted - in order to meet her lover one last time...- Three genius grad students meet a real-life goddess older than the planet itself - and she tasks them with figuring out how to save their world in just two weeks. With nothing more than their minds.This anthology containing:The Girl Who Believed Tomorrow by J. R. KruzeCassie 2.0b by S. H. Marpel, J. R. KruzeRiot Wall by S. H. Marpel, R. L. SaundersIdylls of a Lazurai by S. H. Marpel, J. R. KruzeGet Your Copy Now.

The adventures of the Ghost Hunters continue - with more exotic locations and hair-raising paranormal exploits than ever before.This latest anthology of short story fiction by S. H. Marpel and various co-authors brings you new ideas to digest - all in the short periods of time you have available. Explore such ideas as:- When a digital ghost is deciding to become human, she seeks out a spirit-guide who knows more about sex than any human alive, because...- A shunned young woman sets out to find out about the real world and encounters its dangers as well as true friends who keep coming to her rescue (although she saves herself before they arrive...)- Where a shoemaker meets two spirit-guides and regains years of his life by teaching them his craft.- An old lover returns to haunt the man who she felt had condemned her to a wretched life as a castaway - and exact her revenge... Excerpt:It looked to be just another "red-neck" bar. And I was drinking tea. Not that anyone minded. This place had more customers coming for their barbecued tenderloin sandwiches than their draft beer or hard liquor.But the music, the atmosphere - that was pure Midwestern, traditional. Classic Western ballads in the jukebox. Broad shoulders on men, tight jeans on women. And smiles for everyone, but your hands are for your drink and your food. Lot's of self-respect around, which comes from respecting others first.American values, passed on and validated with each new generation. And places like this dotted most of America and were more common than any corporate-run diners or coffee-houses. Because they were an outgrowth of the community, they weren't there to "make a lot of money", although they did that, too.This wasn't one of my usual haunts as a mystery writer. But this also wasn't one of my usual mysteries to solve.I was relaxing at a table near the front. Waiting to meet someone - a certain someone who could help me with my problem. That situation was more than just an unresolved mystery. And if you know me, leaving some mystery unresolved in my life gets irritating. Like a single grain of sand inside a mussel's shell.The front door opened and I recognized that young woman standing tall in its frame. She took a single stride in and stood there. With her heeled boots, she looked a long glass poured full of pure femininity. Her Timberline boots slipped into the tight pant-legs of her black leather jeans, which went on up to described every curve and dimple of her smooth legs beneath, from her knees right up to her hips, and to the very limit of those jeans' low-cut waist.There, a thin band of ivory-white midriff took over before being itself covered by a snug, black and very defining knit v-top. An open black leather bolero jacket swept up from that midriff area to slide itself beneath a thick mane of wavy back hair. A cascade down her shoulders from its provocative part on one side of its crest.Underneath those long tresses were dark brows, dark eyes, and dark lips that completed a goth approach to stunning beauty.As she came up to my table, I could smell wild rose and lilac from her hair, on top of the leather scent.It was going to be one interesting afternoon... This anthology containing:One More For the Road by J. R. Kruze, S. H. MarpelAlmost Amy by S. H. MarpelShoemaker by S. H. MarpelThe Return of Walkaway Mary by S. H. MarpelScroll Up and Get Your Copy Now

The adventures of the Ghost Hunters continue - with more exotic locations and hair-raising paranormal adventures than ever before:- A three-part serial which starts by attempting to solve the mystery of a ghost who has been haunting several hundred feet underwater, for 12,000 years or so. And then involves an immortal being who was turned half-human and beaten nearly unconscious. Only to reveal she has a twin sister who she has fought with constantly over the ages - but now has to work with her to regain her own powers and defeat an immortal enemy who has worked out how to exploit the Internet and social media to enslave all of humankind.- Plus, two additional mysteries involving an angel and an immortal goddess who need the human mystery writer John Earl Stark to solve their unsolvable problems...All in short reads that fit into the time you have to read. Delicious mental snacks that will leave you with new ideas to consider long after the entertainment is over. This anthology contains:The Harpy Saga: Sister Mine by S. H. MarpelHarpy Redux by S. H. MarpelThe Case of the Sunken Spirit by S. H. MarpelA Case of Missing Wings by S. H. Marpel & J. R. KruseGaia by S. H. Marpel Excerpt: SHOULD HAVE KNOWN IT was too good to last.If it weren't insulting to the canine species, I'd call that priestess a bitch out loud. Frequently. And I still may.My recent work was to start un-doing many of the various organizations I'd been part of that had been making the governments on this planet unstable. Organized crime and terrorism were umbrella terms that covered most of it.I had no problem being on both sides of that coin when it suited me.People would approach me, wanting something. Bad or good, it was something they needed - for whatever purpose. If I could help them, especially if they were honestly wanting to help others, I'd do it.This chick, though, she was something else. She played the hurt, helpless chick just too well. Wanted to get her powers back that she "lost" while trapped by an evil goddess. Took her forever to undo the spell and now she just wanted to go back to helping people organize their lives better, make more money, get as famous as they wanted, blah, blah, blah.I went along with it, to begin with. Not without my doubts. But she gained my trust after awhile. Helped my straighten out some of my messes.It didn't take long for her to catch me unaware and put a crippling spell on me. One that took away half my powers. Well, on one side of me. Couldn't use that wing. Couldn't walk. Not human, not goddess. Trapped in the world in between, unable to function in either world.Trying to fight her physically just got me bruised and scratched and cut on that side. Because that side was now very human, unclothed, and vulnerable.The fight was fast, brutal, and I was half-unconscious before I knew it. The other half of me was in a red haze. Where this witch had come from, I didn't know. Her language was old, real old. And her powers were based on gods older than my parents, or at least as old.John finally found me. I don't know how. All I knew was hearing his voice as I went in and out of a dark blackness... Get Your Copy Now.

It's not often these days that you read about a real goddess.One who was a lover of Ulysses - and saved his butt more than he would care to admit (and never told his biographer.) And one who influenced history for good and bad in more ways than you know.But only the very worst stories about how she looked and acted have been passed down through the ages.So she kidnapped a writer to tell it straight. Only he had to write this as fiction, since no one would believe him anyway.This is all about her and that author. All of what happened between them and because of them isn't chronicled here. But this short collection is a good start.Extracted from the numerous episodes of the Ghost Hunters series.And it begins, as we said above, with his disappearance…This Anthology Containing:- Harpy- Harpy's Desires- Harpy Redux- Sister Mine- Time BentAnd a complete Book Universes Notes addition - so you know all the characters and miss no subtle asides or easter eggs…Excerpt:"JOHN, YOU CAN CALL me Harpy." The voice woke me.I was tightly bound to a support column in some old, dank and stone-lined room. Where exactly, I didn't know. I had on my dungarees, work boots, red cotton t-shirt under my canvas jacket. Like I'd just been air-lifted from the pasture on my farm.Facing me was a woman with wings. A gorgeous woman with strong, beautiful wings.And her voice was like poured honey over buttered toast on a hot day. Smooth, lustrous, golden.I'd rather call her siren. Especially when I looked into her eyes. Vibrant green, like the glowing color of fireflies. But steady, piercing.Harpy stepped closer to me and I could see more detail in her thin, nearly sheer top. It seemed like a dancing leotard. Her long legs took her closer to me in graceful barefoot paces. A tail of cloth-like drape, like the sweep of tail feathers behind, barely grazed the floor and raised small puffs of dust as she strode toward me."Why Harpy, why not Siren? With a face and eyes like that, you can have any lover you want." I said."Oh, and I have. They all loved me and went to their death for me. Too human. Short lifespans, inflated egos, puppy-dog eyes and utter devotion." The Harpy sighed."Why do you call yourself 'Harpy'," I asked. "The usual pictures are of an ugly monster with really only a woman's face, the rest are parts of animals."Harpy sighed. "Probably the same reason vampires and other creatures have such bad reputations. You can see my wings and yes I have claws." She held up two fingers from one hand where long talons suddenly extended from her fingertips, then retracted as quickly. "But that is no different than cats, really. Practically, I can even hide my wings and walk among humans, the same as I've done for centuries. I've passed royalty and commoner alike and no one has known except when I wanted them to." She sighed again and looked off into space."May I ask why you brought me here and why I am tied up so tight?" I asked."Because I want you to tell my side of the story…."Scroll Up and Get Your Copy Now.

The adventures of the Ghost Hunters continue - with more exotic locations and hair-raising paranormal adventures than ever before: - A time-bender is pursued by government-types in black SUV's who want to trap and "study" her abilities. But she turns the table on their advanced electronics to escape and make their gizmo's worthless.- When a spirit guide is required to be attorney for the defense, she is conflicted. Since she agrees with many of the charges. Her plaintiff: Humanity itself. The penalty if found guilty: complete eradication.- Our time-bender returns, as the government agents have forced her into hiding. But they are also now tracking the rest of the Ghost Hunter team. So this begins an all-out war, which is over before they knew they were under attack...- A government experiment goes, and a revenge-driven immortal finds himself uncontrollably radioactive once a year as result. The birthday of him and his dead brother. Only the Ghost Hunter team can keep him from destroying huge areas...- An ear-wig was the clue to solving this mystery. And uncovering a secret that the ghost herself didn't know she had.Includes: Book Universes Notes - so you can have access to the background stories of the characters and the references they make to earlier Ghost Hunters books.These short stories are perfect for filling the bits of time you have.Where you can be transported to new worlds, educated with new concepts, even inspired - all from your smartphone. This Anthology Containing: - A World Gone Reverse by J. R. Kruze, S. H. Marpel- The Faith of Jude by S. H. Marpel- A Very Thin Line by S. H. Marpel- Dark Lazurai by J. R. Kruze- Lilly Lee by S. H. Marpel Excerpt: I WAS MINDING MY OWN business when they found me, flying among the clouds without an airplane.One of the perks of being an immortal spirit-guide. I could always simply "phase" from here to there instantly, but I liked to fly. Easier than any bird. I only put a little energy shield against the wind and weather (otherwise her clothing soils and her hair gets "ratty"). But it let the fresh air through (although I heated it a little if it felt too cool.)The day was fantastic. Bright sunshine streamed through the cloud gaps, and the arbitrary divisions in the land ownership below made a varied patchwork of the land. Different crops, tillage, and wilder areas were always interesting to look over from a "what if" and "how come" viewpoint. Much like John wrote his stories.And that was where I was headed, to his little writer's cabin in the Midwest. I had some time off, and enough so I could luxuriate in this slow method of travel.For all the history I'd lived through, it still pointed out that the more things changed, the more they stayed the same. Humans hadn't changed much in 10,000 years, if at all. And even those of us who'd managed to "evolve" into spirit-beings, we were still very much the humans that we'd started out as. Older, more experienced, but wiser was whether we really wanted to learn from all that experience.And I'd get twinges of sadness reflecting like that. Because not all of the spirit-guides I'd known had made it. Just as gods and goddesses, just because you're immortal doesn't mean you can't be killed... Get Your Copy Now.

The adventures of the Ghost Hunters continue - with more exotic locations and hair-raising paranormal adventures than ever before: - A triple crossover story, where a time-bender discovers she is about to be erased from history unless she helps both her author friend and a soon-to-be boyfriend out of their respective time loops. - The Ghost Hunter team travels to China to resolve the problem of a Chinese emperor and his empress who are living outside of time while in our time-line the Great Chinese desert continues to expand and threaten all life on this planet. - The final story in the Healers Chronicles resolves the plight of two scientists who are trapped by the same virus they are studying. - Two duplicate people find themselves on Earth. One is a child, the other a savvy politician and power-crazy. To solve either, you must solve both - before the Western World is plunged into crisis with an assassination attempt during the State of the Union speech...This first quarter anthology of short story fiction by S. H. Marpel and various co-authors brings you new ideas to digest - all in the short periods of time you have available.Solve the mysteries of the paranormal as common-place - If you can.This Anthology contains:- Walkaway Mary by S. H. Marpel- Empress Oracle by S. H. Marpel, J. R. Kruze- The Healers Chronicles: Miracles by S. H. Marpel- Doppel by S. H. Marpel, R. L. SaundersGet Your Copy Now.

The adventures of the Ghost Hunters continue - with more exotic locations and hair-raising paranormal adventures than ever before:This collection features four women, all invited to Earth, with unique super-abilities - who each could save or destroy humankind.Each came to this planet for their own reasons, deeply flawed. Victims of time and circumstance.Any one of these, just by themselves, could end all life on this planet in a heartbeat.Why would anyone want to assemble a team of feminine time bombs?Maybe to get them to save their own lives...All in short reads that fit into the time you have to read. Delicious mental snacks that will leave you with new ideas to consider long after the entertainment is over.This anthology contains: - The Training: Tess - The Training: Sylvie - The Training: Star - The Training: MystiExcerpt:WHEN SHE ADMITTED TO hurting three other young women who came to me for help. I stood up from the round table, The chair behind me scooted back.My hands were clenched into fists, although I then forced them to relax.The atmosphere in that main room of the Western saloon went cool, or it felt so to me.I had three girls upstairs who had gone unconscious, all of which possessed unique supernatural abilities. Bending time and space. A trained warrior who could throw disintegrating fireballs from her bare hands. And the last was able to generate the heat and radiation of a star in space.And here was the person who admitted to knocking them all out, burning two of them, and various cuts to their bodies through bulletproof clothing.For me to get into any physical conflict with her would be foolhardy at best. Suicidal at worst.Hami and Gaia also stood at this. Gaia was more to worry about than any of us in the room. But her skills as an Earth goddess were a bit of a blunt instrument. Sinking whole continents at a gesture was more her trademark.Hami was better at cooking and healing - but it was her and I standing there that kept Gaia from taking any action, regardless of how she felt about this stranger.The golden-headed woman lowered her insulated hood and padded toward us in soft-soled, high-topped boots."I've heard about you, John of the Ghost Hunters, and read all about the Lazurai you've written up. Those two factors brought me here. And, as much as it may have just upset you, I've come to you for help."Because I'm dying."Get Your Copy Now.

You've probably seen Ghost Busters movies and Ghost Whisperer TV shows.There is a much longer tradition to resolving he mysteries and problems that make ghosts unable to move on. This Anthology tells the story of two spirit guides and their human writer-turned-amateur-sleuth as they encounter strange ghosts and specters, as well as real-life mortal dangers. Their growing team of helpful characters assist them to solve these phantasmic puzzles in each story.This is the first collected anthology of four short stories: Ghost HuntersWhy Vampires Suck At HauntingWhen Fireballs CollideGhost Exterminators Inc. Ghost HuntersIt started with a dream.In it, John Earl Stark solved the problem of a ghost he met. Or did he? It was a dream, after all.The next day he meets two women who visit his cabin, arriving out of the blue, literally. (Well, one arrived with pitched black darkness which filled his cabin and made her cough.)These two have an offer for Stark. All he really wanted was to enjoy the small cabin and solitude so he could write his detective stories.These ladies had another offer - to help them solve the reasons ghosts don't move on. Plenty of new inspiration for stories, decent pay, won't interrupt his writing schedule.Of course, he could die doing it... Why Vampires Suck at HauntingVampires aren't good at everything. For instance, they suck at haunting.John Earl Stark continues his adventures in ghost hunting. Encountering a female ghost who attacks him in a gothic Victorian mansion left him bitten, but alive. Sal and Jude, his employers and guides, came in from a nearby room, shocked. Obviously, John was going to need more training to survive these attacks.But this particular ghost was still haunting and still attacking people with neck bites... When Fireballs CollideFacing a fireball and living to tell about it wasn't in John's plans for the day.But when he and his two female spirit guides were caught behind a red subcompact taking hit after hit of fireballs, some one had to do something. Because they could only keep taking those hits for so long.Something in what he said made one of the girls step up and get the attention of whoever was throwing those fireballs at them. A distraction long enough for everyone to escape.Only to realize that they still hadn't finished their assignment and would need to go back... Ghost Exterminators, Inc.Fiction is stranger than Fact, but also father and mother to it.From the archives of the Ghost Hunters Library, here a classic tale of an amateur paranormal enthusiast who happens on a solution to nagging ghost infestations. This tale of his runaway success, the perils of being too effective, and exacting revenge against a greedy sanitarium owner for non-payment of services rendered.Exciting and humorous, sit back and enjoy this short tale of ghoulish entrepreneurship. Get Your Copy Now.

The adventures of the Ghost Hunters continue - with more exotic locations and hair-raising paranormal adventures than ever before: - A ghost who doesn't know how or why she died, but who has only hours every year to solve her own mystery.- A Smart Home that kicks its family to the curb, locking them out and changing the title. Then turns off the street lamps in that neighborhood and pulses green and red from within.- A detective-mystery writer becomes haunted by recurring nightmares and unable to write - until the heroines of his earlier stories come back to rescue him in a series of visits.- An immortal trapped in a nightmare post-apocalypse nightmare of her own creation. And anyone who comes to try to help her can wind up dying there.- Time itself haunts a young woman who has enjoyed the abilIty of a "time tourist" to visit the various timelines of physical locations. But her sanity becomes threatened when all she knows becomes confused.All in short reads that fit into the time you have to read. Delicious mental snacks that will leave you with new ideas to consider long after the entertainment is over. This anthology contains: Clocktower MysterySmart Home RevengeFinding GraceThe Mystery of MeriTime Bent Excerpt: It wasn't long before a body phased right next to me on that stone step. The scent of piney woods, cedars, and junipers wafted to me. Feminine - as a man who worked outside would also smell of dirt and sweat. But this wasn't Jude. Or Sal. It was a physical-form woman who appreciated how her scent could affect a man."Hi.""Hello. I'm John. Do you have a name?""They used to call me Meg when I was alive.""Glad to meet you Meg.""I hope you won't hold it against me - that shoving you off the cliff thing. A reflex move.""Well it was a surprise, but at least it wasn't fatal.""Yes, you seem like such a nice person. And your protector is inside poking around that old clock tower while I'm out here talking to you."I smiled at her frank approach. "Do you mind if we just talk?""Not if you don't trigger one of my reflexes. I don't think she wants to have to come out and find you dead somehow.""No, I don't think she'd get over it very easily. So I won't ask you tricky questions. I mostly just come along to hear the stories of people like you. I'm a writer, and always curious."I couldn't see her expression in the dark, but I felt her want to open up to me in her voice. "What else do you do in that 'mostly' line of business you have here with people like me...?". Get Your Copy Now.

There's a little-known fact that animals can talk.Every bit as well as humans.It's humans that have the real problem - listening.There are probably a dozen-dozen reasons why we humans won't simply open up our ears and hear them.It doesn't matter what type of animal - dog, cat, cow, crow, coyote.The other simple fact is: people don't listen, so they don't hear. Voices which are every bit as clear as someone standing next to your ear.Because you don't listen with your ears - you listen with your mind.And then you can hear them clearly. No matter what species. No matter their size or lack of it.Until you can start to hear them, here's the next best thing...Stories about humans who can hear all the voices around them - or perhaps just one.If you can't hear them yourself, you can at least read about them.This Anthology Containing:- A Dog Named Kat by J. R. Kruze- Voices by J. R. Kruze- Max Says No by J. R. Kruze- A Nervous Butt by J. R. Kruze- A Long Wait for Santa by C. C. Brower- Cats Typing Romance by R. L. Saunders- When The Wild Calls by C. C. BrowerExcerpt:DAD BROUGHT A PUPPY home today. Of course I fell in love with it right off.Who couldn't - when it just wants to climb right up and slobber wet kisses all over my face and hands.But I didn't smile. I felt better, but not that much.I just sat on the floor with her and watched her figure out the house. Dad had brought the leftover playthings from her former home. She was the last of the litter, and her own mom had died soon after giving birth. The rest of that litter were black labs, like their mom. This puppy was golden. The color of my own strawberry blond hair.When I told my Dad I was going to name her Kat, I said it in my usual flat voice. The one I'd had since the funeral. The one that went along without smiling.It made sense to me. We were both blond. We'd both lost our mom's. My whole name was Kathleen. And maybe this cute little dog could keep me company."Are you serious?" Dad was smiling at me, but when my reaction didn't change, he nodded. "OK, 'Kat' it is." He pulled out a bag with water- and food-dishes for her and put them by me. And a bag of puppy food to go along.Then patted my head. "You can put these wherever you think is best. But I'd suggest the kitchen where we can clean up after her more easily."Another big bag had a brand new dog bed. Just her size, plus some she could grow into. When Dad put this on the living room floor, Kat walked right over to it, walked around inside it and sniffed, then laid down. Her head went on her paws. I just watched her from where I was kneeling on the carpet."Well, I hope this is temporary."I raised my eyebrow at this voice in my head. It was coming from Kat."What do you think? I'd prefer to be in your room. Don't worry, I know enough to do my business outside."I just nodded at Kat. My Dad was still looking at me, curious about my reaction. So he hadn't heard Kat at all...Scroll Up and Get Your Copy Now.