Epiphany Z: Eight Radical Visions for Transforming Your Future by Thomas Frey


“Epiphany Z” is Futurist Thomas Frey’s dynamic approach to envisioning, comprehending, and ultimately thriving in the radically different futures emerging around us at the speed of light.

Frey’s unparalleled ability to detect emerging trends from the smallest of clues gives him an edge on other futurists. Now he’s sharing that edge with you.

What are tomorrow’s hottest industries?

What huge industries of today are doomed to extinction?

How will our lives be changed by advancements in robotics, in drone technology, in manufacturing and transportation?

How can education cope with the explosive new world of enhanced information, hyperactive business environments, cultural shifts that would have been unimaginable as recently as yesterday?

Who will be the masters of tomorrow’s universe and who will be left behind?

Above all, how can you not only protect yourself from the most disruptive aspects of the changes sweeping your way—how can you become one of the masters of those changes?

Distilling decades of research, experience, and proven success in correctly identifying and accurately extrapolating today’s trends and innovations into tomorrow’s realities, Thomas Frey gives you an advance ticket to the most explosive period of change in all of human history.

Those changes are taking place now. Thomas Frey shows where they will be taking all of us tomorrow. “EPIPHANY Z” your roadmap to the future.

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Read an excerpt:

18 Reasons Why the Person You Were Still Matters

The former you has set the stage for the present you, and the person you are today will become critically important to the person you become in the future.

  1. Memories—Every past memory helps crystalize who you are today.
  2. Shared Experiences—Every long-term relationship is built around shared experiences, and these shared experiences provide the common ground foundation for future ones.
  3. Emotional Values—Everything around you is constantly being emotionally rated on a subconscious level. That is why your car will generally hold more value than things like a skateboard or power drill.
  4. Skills—Learning how to perform a task efficiently ties directly into a combination of short-term, long-term, and muscle memory. While some skills will fade over time, their influence will remain for years to come.
  5. Your Body—Your present body came from your former body.
  6. Derivative Talents—Every talent you have is a derivative of some other talent, interest, or tendency.
  7. Physical Improvements and Physical Impairments—Every time you work out, it causes both short and long-term changes to your body and health. On the flip side, every time you hurt or injure yourself, it will also cause residual effects that linger over time.
  8. The Personality Equation—Every individual is a combination of attributes, tendencies, desires, interests, and about twenty more ingredients we don’t have names for yet. Some will change significantly over time, but others less so.
  9. Secrets—Hidden deep beneath the sub-floor of human consciousness are our secrets that can come back to haunt us if we don’t deal with them somewhere along the way.
  10. Struggles—Our struggles are what make our accomplishments valuable.
  11. Obsession—Determination becomes obsession and then it becomes all that matters. But from my vantage point, obsession is underrated.
  12. Possessions—Yes, it is possible to simply walk away from all of our possessions, but few people do. Not only do we own our possessions, they own us. And the things we own very often influences our future decisions.
  13. Connections & Networks—We forge our weak and strong relationships through our connections. But today’s social networks give us the tools to amplify those connections in a massively powerful way.
  14. Inner Voice—Our most intimate of all intimate relationships takes place in the rarely audible space inside our head. We have a constant love-hate relationship with our inner voice, and even though we argue with ourselves, it will continue to influence who you are in the future. No it won’t! Y.E.S., I.T. W.I.L.L.!
  15. Hopes & Desires—Inside every great person is the hope and aspiration to become something better—more meaningful, more influential, more passionate.
  16. Reputation—If we’re doing things correctly our reputation will enter the room before we do. Our reputation involves a multitude of variables, and is one of the most influential aspects of who we are.
  17. Quirkiness—Todays foibles can become tomorrow’s most admired qualities if we know how the leverage them.
  18. Legacy—For many of us, the disturbance we leave in the force field of life is the most significant accomplishment we can possibly make.

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Look at what people are saying about Epiphany Z:

“What a fascinating way to look at the future! Epiphany Z is a brilliant framework in putting your own epiphanies into action. You’ll find that the best way to predict the future is to create it… with a little help from Epiphany Z!”
– – Scott Friedman, Professional speaker, author, humorist

“Unlike many books about the future, which attempt to offer a magic crystal ball, Epiphany Z Frey instead provides us with a crystalline structure so that we can assemble and re-assemble our own way of thinking about the future.”
– – David J. Jilk, Founder of Jilk Systems, Inc., Standing Cloud, Inc., and eCortex, Inc.

“There’s no aspect of the future that goes untouched in Epiphany Z. The way Thomas explains globalization of services is right on target and clearly explains current and future economic forces so anyone can understand. He see the changes that are coming down the pipe that we all need to prepare for. It’s a must read for anyone wanting to innovate and stay ahead of the curve.”
– – Traci Brown, Keynote speaker & author www.BodyLanguageTrainer.com

“After reading Epiphany Z, its clear: to be a business strategist, you first must become a futurist.”
– – Michael Cushman, Founder of Engaging Change, Senior Fellow at the DaVinci Institute

“I’d heard of Epiphany Z and was eager to read it because we make decisions based on future visions. The entertainment industry glamorizes or horrifies those images and why not. Human drive for immortality often collides with the forces of nature. Epiphany Z clarifies real opportunities with a brilliant framework for action.”
– – Jeffery T. Samson, President, Samson Design Associates, Inc.

“After reading Epiphany Z, I am convinced you are right. We are in for a massive disruption, with great opportunity and I’m afraid a lot of pain along the way for those that can’t or won’t adapt. But I’m optimistic still that the world will be a better place. And you have convinced me it is happening much faster than most people realize.”
– – Terry Gold, Entrepreneur in Residence at University of South Australia



Thomas Frey, Google’s top-rated futurist speaker, former Innovations editor for Futurist magazine, was also, during an earlier phase of his career, IBM’s most award-winning engineer. After leaving IBM, Frey co-founded the DaVinci Institute, a Colorado-based think tank and networking resource focused on anticipating and defining future trends and innovations. Frey currently divides his time between Colorado and dozens of speaking engagements around the world.



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Edge of Night A Collection of Short Stories by Ann Gimpel


Here’s a roadmap to Edge of Night. Welcome to an eclectic collection of nine short stories.

You’ve done time at the edge of night. Nail-biting, stomach-churning time filled with hissing snarls, menacing growls, the whoosh of unnatural wings, and the flash of hellfire. Time that lasts forever, but is over within seconds because time becomes unpredictable in places like that. You don’t want to stay, but it’s too fascinating—in a grisly, macabre, toe-curling kind of way—to turn your back on.

You recognize it, though. The place just at the threshold of darkness where it’s not quite safe anymore. Evil broke its bounds at the edge of night, or maybe it always ran free and we’ve been deluding ourselves all along.

Join me for nine supernatural tales. Monsters, demons, gods—fallen and otherwise—ghosts, aliens. A touch of science fiction. More than a splash of romance. From magical lands to a chilling glance into the past, Edge of Night has something to tempt everyone. Everyone who craves danger, that is. It takes guts to read the stuff woven into nightmares.

It’s a tough job, but you’re up to it.

Welcome to my world. A world where magic holds court and the dude next door just might be a demon. Or a shifter. Or an alien.

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About the Author:

Ann Gimpel is a USA Today bestselling author. A lifelong aficionado of the unusual, she began writing speculative fiction a few years ago. Since then her short fiction has appeared in a number of webzines and anthologies. Her longer books run the gamut from urban fantasy to paranormal romance. Once upon a time, she nurtured clients. Now she nurtures dark, gritty fantasy stories that push hard against reality. When she’s not writing, she’s in the backcountry getting down and dirty with her camera. She’s published over 45 books to date, with several more planned for 2017 and beyond. A husband, grown children, grandchildren, and wolf hybrids round out her family.

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Ancient Ties, Pale Moonlight Book Two by Marie Johnston


Born to be Guardians…

 Chayton Eagle comes from a strong line of wolf shifters, his father an ancient in their pack. Chayton proudly acts as a Guardian, defending the colonies from danger—both from outsiders and from threats inside the pack. The one thing he doesn’t need is a human-raised female on his team—especially not one who passes out each time she shifts! Never mind that she was trained by elite Guardians, Chayton doesn’t need the distraction of a tall, sexy-as-hell redhead when he’s working. He has to focus. And he has to remember he’s scheduled to take the blood oath with a female, a long-ago pairing arranged by her parents. It doesn’t matter he and Kaitlyn are fated mates.

She can’t be his. Not now. Not ever.

Destined to be Mates.

Kaitlyn Savoy knows Chayton is supposed to be her mate. Too bad he’s such an ass about her human upbringing making her weak. Too bad she’s been assigned as his partner to take down the feral shifters threatening one of the colonies. Too bad she’s so damn attracted to him. As the mission continues, Chayton is captured by the ferals, and Kaitlyn proves her worth as a Guardian. During the rescue, she uncovers the secrets of her past, secrets that will affect her future. Despite his best efforts, Chayton’s opinion of her begins to change, his respect growing—along with feelings he can’t deny. She’s become part of his life, part of his heart. A fact his soon-to-be inlaws notice—and they intend to put an end to the temptation Kaitlyn poses to Chayton.

No matter what.

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Chayton stormed to his cabin.

A four hour drive. With Kaitlyn.

Spending the night. With Kaitlyn.

Roaming the woods. With Kaitlyn.

His heart pounded, his nostrils flared, and he huffed like a bear after a marathon. Slamming his front door open, he charged through and kicked it shut behind him.

Only then did he double over, hands on his knees, sagging to catch his breath.

Kaitlyn Savoy.

The sexiest thing he’d ever laid eyes on.

The shifter he was never supposed to meet. His mate.

And she was oblivious to it.

He stomped through his cabin. Her lack of mating insight was for the best. If he had his pick of shifters, she’d be the last on the list. Besides, he was promised to another. Kaitlyn was young yet, and based on her blasé to distasteful reaction to him, she’d have no trouble moving on. Or not. Her sanity may last longer than most who don’t anchor their souls with a mate. But if she needed to bond, she wouldn’t have a problem finding someone. Like that bartender at Pale Moonlight.

His fangs bared and a growl escaped before he stopped himself. He’d never caught her with him, but stories had it the bartender helped her assuage the physical needs shifters of their caliber experienced. She hadn’t been with the guy since Chayton had been around. That decision had increased the bartender’s life expectancy considerably.

No. No. It shouldn’t matter. She needed to move on and he had no say with who. Chayton straightened and wiped his brow, which had dotted with sweat. It was always an effort to contain his reaction around that female.

Why her?

Ancient blood—pure, undiluted shifter blood—ran through his veins, thanks to his father. His Sioux mother would roll over in her grave. Chayton’s bloodlines were rich with history and honor.

The female he’d sworn himself to, Tika, would make a lovely mate instead. Soft brown eyes, feminine curves, and ancestry as strong as his. In fact, she was coming of age soon. For him, that was twenty-five. Her parents had pushed for their union when she turned eighteen, but that had seemed too pervy for him. At two-hundred and twenty-nine, he wasn’t about to jump a girl the second she was legal. If it was up to him, he’d wait even longer, but even Tika had pushed for their binding.

His stomach rumbled, alerting him that he’d missed dinner. Not that he’d eat at the main lodge anyway; it was a tactic he used to avoid Kaitlyn.


About the Author:

Marie Johnston lives in the upper-Midwest with her husband, four kids, and an old cat. Deciding to trade in her lab coat for a laptop, she’s writing down all the tales she’s been making up in her head for years. An avid reader of paranormal romance, these are the stories hanging out and waiting to be told, between the demands of work, home, and the endless chauffeuring that comes with children.

Website http://www.mariejohnstonwriter.com/

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The Silver Skull by Anne Renwick


Lady Olivia is not all she seems. Trained for marriage to an assigned political target, her skills lie in programming household steambots to serve tea, dress her hair… and sound the alarm while she picks locks and listens at doors. Humiliated by a failed assignment, she decides to redeem herself by tailing a suspected double agent.

Lord Rathsburn must flirt with treason. Struggles to cure a horrible disease have met with unexpected complications. The cells he engineered can make a man’s bones unbreakable, but the side effects are fatal. He believed the research terminated… until his sister was kidnapped by a German count. Her ransom? A cure.

Piloting a stolen dirigible, he uncovers an unlikely stowaway, Lady Olivia. Arriving together at a crumbling castle, an impossible task is set before them: cure the count’s guardsmen. Amidst their fake marriage, a very real growing attraction, dying guardsmen and escalating hostilities, Lady Olivia and Lord Rathsburn are thrust deep into the world of international medical espionage from which there may be no return.

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Though Anne Renwick holds a Ph.D. in biology and greatly enjoyed tormenting the overburdened undergraduates who were her students, fiction has always been her first love. Today, she writes steampunk romance, placing a new kind of biotech in the hands of mad scientists, proper young ladies and determined villains. Anne is a graduate of the University of Pennsylvania and Johns Hopkins School of Medicine. She lives in Maryland with her family.

Anne brings an unusual perspective to steampunk. A number of years spent locked inside the bowels of a biological research facility left her permanently altered. In her steampunk world, the Victorian fascination with all things anatomical led to a number of alarming biotechnological advances. Ones that the enemies of Britain would dearly love to possess.





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Falling for the Player by Jessica Lee


Bad boy and former NFL running back Patrick Guinness is tired of meaningless sex. Ever since his scorching hot one-night stand three years ago, no one has interested him. So when Max Segreti wanders into his mechanic shop—and his life again—Patrick can’t stop thinking about the totally-out-of-his-league law grad and the possibility of getting him out of his system once and for all…

Max Segreti has spent his entire life doing what his father wants. But when he runs into the hotter-than-hell player he’s never been able to forget, he’s not thinking about studying for the bar. A distraction is the last thing he needs, but after an encounter leaves him wanting more, Max embraces the chaos that Patrick brings…even as he knows it can’t last. They’re too different to ever have a future together.

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Jessica Lee is an EPIC eBook Award winner and international bestselling author of paranormal romance. She lives in the southeastern United States with her husband and son. In her former life, Jessica was a science geek and spent over twenty-five years as a nurse. But after the birth of her son, she left her medical career behind. During that transition, she discovered her passion for writing romance and has never looked back. Jessica Lee is currently published with Entangled Publishing and Resplendence Publishing. Plus she has several self-published titles available.

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Excerpt: Falling for Player

Jumping up, Patrick yanked his soaked shirt over his head.

Damn, that shit is hot!

“Oh, fuck!” Max grabbed the wet shirt and tried to soak up the remaining coffee dripping off Patrick’s skin. “God, this is my fault. I should have been more careful.” Then Max jerked his own T-shirt off and blotted Patrick’s chest with it, his expression twisted with concern. “Are you okay?”

He was fine. Not that Max would stand still and listen long enough to find out. Fuck, the guy was too adorable. Patrick was lucky the coffee had been Max’s heavily creamed version and so not hot enough to do any damage.

Patrick braced his hands on the other guy’s shoulders, trying to hold him in place, but it wasn’t working. “Max,” he called out to him.

“Do we need to get you to the ER?”

“I’m fine.”

“Shit, Patrick, I—”

Seizing one of Max’s wrists, Patrick hauled him against his chest, bringing a halt to whatever else he’d been about to say. Max looked up, his eyes wide, stunned.

“I’m okay,” Patrick whispered. He couldn’t stop drinking in the other man’s features. Strands of Max’s dark hair had fallen forward onto his forehead. The guy had the most expressive dark blue eyes, with small flecks of amber around the pupil he hadn’t noticed until now. Patrick followed the bridge of the man’s perfectly straight nose lower to where it ended above the carved V of his mouth. Outside of his looks, Max was everything Patrick never went for, smart and obviously rich, judging by the expensive car and his big-ass condo. Back home, the only way he and Max’s type would have mixed would have been when he worked on their cars. Funny how his popularity as a football star placed him, for once, on the other side of the tracks. Someone who would soon be rolling in the big bucks. The pink tip of Max’s tongue appeared, momentarily short-circuiting Patrick’s train of thought as Max licked his full lower lip.


Patrick wasn’t sure who moved first, but the next thing he knew, he had his fist clenched in Max’s short, thick hair and his lips sealed against Max’s. A hard shudder of pleasure raced over him, and Patrick’s cock bucked against the confines of his zipper. Max groaned, his mouth roaming every inch of Patrick’s mouth, as if he couldn’t get enough. But Patrick matched his every move, unsure who needed the contact, the pleasure, more.


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Untouchable Lover by Rosalie Redd

of Lemuria
Genre: Paranormal romance
Date of Publication: January 2,
ISBN: 9781944419004
Number of pages: 400
Word Count: 86,000
Cover Artist: Melody Simmons
Book Description:
Forbidden love. Untouchable…
King Noeh wants to live his
single life, fight his enemy, and honor his goddess by winning the war over
Earth’s most precious resource—water. Bonding to a female shifter is not part
of the plan, not until his goddess insists he take a queen by the next full
moon or lose his crown. When he rescues a beautiful female from the enemy’s
grasp, a forbidden attraction blooms, and he must decide between his kingdom
and his heart.
Melissa hunts for a new place she
can call home, one far away from her controlling master who vowed to make her
his concubine. Captured by the enemy and tortured to near death, she’s rescued
by a brooding, handsome king. When her master shows up at the king’s
underground Keep, the tension escalates. She struggles to keep the honorable
king at arm’s length, but she can’t ignore the compelling desire he ignites in
her soul.
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“You escaped.
Perhaps I should put you in the dungeon.” Noeh’s voice was low and threatening.
The resulting shiver that skated across her arms wasn’t from fear.
She wanted to
pound her fists against his body. “I’ll just pick my way out of there, too.”
“Don’t bet on
He stood.
Against her will, her body responded to his intense stare. He headed straight
for her, a wall of pure, masculine strength.
 She stilled as he approached. Without thought,
she squeezed the wet rag in her hand. Water dripped onto the exam table. The
stone was slightly concave, and the moisture ran into a small groove down the
He placed his
palms on the surface of the table and leaned in. Up close and personal, he
invaded her space as if he had every right.
“I don’t usually
have trouble with disobedience, but you…” His eyes glowed, gold flecks mixing
with the blue.
She met his gaze
and didn’t flinch. “I think you like the challenge.”
The skin around
his eyes creased as a smile broke across his face. “You might be right about
of Lemuria
Genre: Paranormal romance
Date of Publication: March 2016
ISBN: 9781944419028
Number of pages: 155
Word Count: 33k
Cover Artist: Melody Simmons
Book Description:
The Betram ritual, when the full
moon occurs on the summer solstice, is a sexual rite—and a requirement—for all
unbonded Stiyaha of age. The irresistible urge to mate drives their inner
beasts. Some succumb and transform, while others hide behind masks. None can
escape the compelling need.
For Leonna, Betram offers one
night of freedom from a destiny she doesn’t want. Eager to participate, she’s
drawn to a formidable male whose tenderness burrows into her soul. Despite
discovering she’s below his status, she is caught up in their passionate
frenzy, and loses her heart to a male she can never have.
Though reluctant, as an unbonded
male, Prince Nicholai must participate in the Betram ritual. Because he fears
harming anyone he gets close to, he dons his mask and vows to stay in human
form. What he doesn’t expect is the intensity of his hunger for a certain honeyed
female hidden behind a disguise. As much as he longs to forget her, he can’t,
for she’s unforgettable.
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Murmurs from the
crowd picked up. Titters of ‘Prince’ and ‘Nicholai’ were clear, even above the
She picked up
brush after brush, trying to contain her mess. With her one good hand, she
scooped as many as she could back into her container.
“He’s moving
faster, coming our way.”
Two more brushes
and she put the cup back on her short table. Her rapid breaths fueled the
adrenaline that surged through her body.
“Very nice. Is
this yours?” Nicholai’s deep voice resonated into her chest.
As she tried to
calm herself, his unique scent of cloves and rain filled her lungs. Melting on
the inside, she remembered all that he was, all that he’d done to her. She
refused to look at him for fear he’d recognize her.
“Y…Yes.” She
managed to get the words out, but they were husky, strained.
“You have a nice
eye for detail. Have you other paintings?” He stepped closer to inspect her
canvas. She caught a glimpse of his profile. His high cheekbones and aquiline
nose exemplified his handsome features. He turned toward her.
She caught her
breath. Those deep blue eyes were the ones she remembered, the ones she’d
imagined in her dreams the past couple of nights. His brow furrowed, and she
realized she hadn’t answered his question.
“I do. Have more
paintings.” She turned toward her stack of completed pictures, but knocked the
cup of brushes off the table.
Like twigs upon
the rocks, they bounced and jogged before coming to rest on the stone floor.
“I’m…sorry.” She bent down to pick them up—again.
He lowered
himself on one knee and picked up a handful of brushes. Just as she reached for
one, he did as well. His finger ran along hers, lighting up the skin along
their connection.
of Lemuria
Genre: Paranormal romance
Date of Publication: May 2016
ISBN: 9781944419066
Number of pages: 320
Word Count: 73k
Cover Artist: Melody Simmons
Book Description:
Submit…or lose him forever.
As alpha of the feline shifters,
Demir will do whatever is necessary to protect his kind. When his independent
and headstrong second in command takes on a dangerous solo mission for revenge,
he goes to her aid. As they battle the enemy, not only must he must fight his
internal demons, but also his desire to claim her as his mate.
Battle-hardened Aramie leads a
band of female warriors to search for the sacred blue sunstone. The unthinkable
happens and she spirals into a frenzied need for vengeance to avenge her loved
one’s death. She hunts for the killer while Demir’s life is on the line, and
she must decide—submit to him as his mate, or lose him forever.
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Demir tensed. A
healing stone? Was it possible? A tiny drop of hope weaseled its way into his
Sidea inhaled
and let out a slow breath. “With Demir back, you won’t have to fight the males
anymore. Even though our species heals fast, I hate to see you get injured
defending your role as interim leader.”
He fought
against the invisible bonds, straining, kicking in his mind. In his condition,
he couldn’t lead, and because he still lived, Aramie wasn’t officially Pride
leader. His gut twisted into a tight knot. He’d put her in an awkward position,
and he hated himself for it.
“I need to
finish.” Aramie’s voice returned to a normal volume.
The chair
creaked as she settled in her spot next to his bed. Tools clinked together.
Cool metal caressed the skin on his cheeks.
Small tendrils
of hair fell onto his cheek, tickling his skin. He relaxed again under her
care. His mind reeled through a storm of confusion, but he couldn’t pinpoint
its source. All he knew was a welcoming peace at her touch.
“I’ll see you in
the Grand Hall.” Sidea’s words hung in the air.
Her soft
footsteps retreated across the floor. The door clicked shut.
“I wish you
would talk to me, tell me what I should do.” Aramie caressed the hair around
his mouth, wiping away the stray strands she’d clipped. Her finger circled his
diamond stud above the hairline of his lip.
He wanted to
grab her wrists, make her stop, and part of him was glad he couldn’t. All his
adult life he’d avoided physical contact. Even with Eleanor, his deceased mate,
he’d controlled when and how she touched him. To have Aramie touch him now, in
such a personal way, beat against his spirit, reinforcing his weakness.
“The males only
follow my command in deference to you.” Her voice contained a small hitch.
The flat end of
the scissors rubbed against his skin. With gentle care her fingers glided over
his upper lip, and he wanted to lick her, taste her skin on his tongue. Her
attention to him teased his nerves, increasing his yearning. He’d gone from
relaxed to being enticed in a matter of moments. In his mind, his cat howled in
“Sidea and I
will find Blue Pool, find the healing stone. I won’t stop until we do.”
A drop of
wetness splashed on his chin, and she wiped it away. Why did the females cry
over him? Had she gone soft? If he could, he’d tell her to suck it up. He’d
chosen her as his second in command for a reason.
Metal clinked
against metal. She must’ve put the scissors back on the tray. That meant she
would leave him soon. His stomach clenched. Why did he care? The only females
he’d ever cared about were Eleanor and Melissa.
Eleanor had been
timid and submissive—a perfect mated female. She’d always done as he’d asked,
and never once challenged his authority. Her beautiful smile and deep green
eyes were as clear to him as the last time he’d seen her, over five hundred
years ago when the great scourge had claimed her life. Bile rose in his throat.
It seemed like only yesterday. 
Even though his
lifespan was over two thousand years, he still had more time than not…or so he
used to think. At this point, he wasn’t sure he had more than a few days left.
The memory of
his mate reminded him of Melissa, who’d looked so like his Eleanor he’d
obsessed over her. What a fool he’d been, pining for a female who didn’t want
him. When she became pregnant with the king’s child, he’d lost his lucidity and
threatened her. Aramie had interfered, commanding him to stop. He’d slapped his
own warrior across the face for her insolence, but he’d let Melissa go.
After all he’d
done, Aramie was here now, attending to his needs. I am such a shit.
“I’ll be back as
soon as I can.” She rose from her chair and padded to the door, lingering there
for a moment. Her soft breaths sounded loud in the quiet room.
“Please come
back to me,” she whispered.
She really
doesn’t want to be Pride leader…
The door closed
behind her, but the enchanting scent of strawberries lingered.
of Lemuria
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Date of Publication: 1/3/17
ISBN: 9781944419103
Number of pages: 290
Word Count: 67k
Cover Artist: Melody Simmons
Book Description:
A shifter and a human together?
One careless decision. The colony
betrayed. Tanen’s only course is a desperate hunt for justice, but his solo
mission is cut short when he’s mortally wounded. Rescued by a sweet, innocent
woman, he can’t deny the passion that burns between them. Now he must choose
between his duty and honor or his desire for the precious, but forbidden, human
Broken promises and ruined love
hardened Sheri’s heart. When she finds an injured and extraordinarily sexy man on
her property, she’s pulled into a world she never imagined. As she nurses him
back to health and they bond over their love of books, she’s torn between the
lessons she learned from her rough past and the need to seek solace in Tanen’s
arms, but she must learn to trust him, and herself, in order to survive.
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Movement caught
her attention. A dark form slumped against the far wall.
She inhaled and
took a step back.
The man groaned
“Who are you?
What are you doing in my shed?”
The only sound,
his labored breaths and her own heartbeat.
She emboldened
her tone with as much confidence as she could. “You’re trespassing. I’m calling
the police.”
“No…don’t.” His
words were short, strained, yet the tenor of his voice weaseled its way into
the deepest recesses of her soul, calling to her. The sensation warmed her
insides. She held her breath.
He moaned again.
His dark form moved.
Her medical
training kicked in and she had the urge to rush to his side, help him, but she
remained wary. “Are you injured? Should I call an ambulance?”
“Is it dark
outside?” His strained voice carried across the small space.
A strange desire
to hear him speak again washed over her. She fisted her hand. “What difference
does it make if it’s dark outside? If you’re injured, you need help.”
“Please, tell
me…is it,” a quick intake of breath, “…dark yet?”
The cultured way
he spoke made her still. His accent was one she’d never heard. Sweat broke out
on the back of her neck, dampening her collar. He seemed in pain, but she
wasn’t sure. Her curiosity warred with her fear, and she wavered between
barricading herself in her house with Coop and rushing to aid him. Instead, she
remained fixed in place.
“It’s dusk.” She
choked the words out, her throat tightening from her confusion.
He leaned his
head against the wall. She couldn’t see his features, but from his outline, she
could tell he was a large man. “Don’t…fear me. I’ll leave…soon…dark.” His words
washed over her again, stroking her insides.
With a quick
move, he stood. A stifled groan eased from his lips, and he rested his shoulder
against the wall.
She took a step
back. It took all of her inner strength not to run.
Coop growled.
Something wet
dripped onto the wooden floor, the rhythmic splashes an eerie omen.
“Craya.” He
tipped over, his body sliding down the wall until he landed on the floor.
“Stay, Coop.”
Without a second thought, she raced to his side.
This close, the
dim light was enough to see his features. Rough stubble on his chiseled jaw
accentuated his luscious lips and broad nose, but what caught her attention was
the intensity in his eyes. His gaze swept across her features, reading her,
assessing her…devouring her. Warmth spread through her and she had the sudden
urge to curl up to him, find out if his lips were as delectable as they
appeared. Her cheeks heated, and she shook her head to clear her thoughts.
She peered at
his clothing. Blood stained his jacket, or what was left of it. Tattered and
torn, the ragged material clung from his wide shoulders. His narrow hips led to
muscular legs. He wore an odd pair of trousers that looked hand-made.
With a quick
tilt of his head, he glanced at her. “Don’t…touch me.”
Her training
kicked in and she brought out her mother nurse side. “You’re injured and need
help. I’m a nurse. Let me assess you.”
His gaze
narrowed, the intensity in his eyes focusing on her.
Her heart
skipped a beat, but not from fear.
He tried to
stand again, but failed and gripped his chest with his free hand. “I have
“The only way
you’re going anywhere is in an ambulance. Let me get my phone.” She turned to
go, needing to get help on the way as soon as possible.
He gripped her
arm, stopping her flight.
Heat and
something more, something sensual and powerful flowed between them.
“No!” The word
was a low command.
Despite she knew
nothing about this man her body responded to his order, her nipples peaking
beneath her shirt. Her mind raced. Why did she react to him this way?
 She glanced from his face to his hand and back
again. He released her, and fell forward, his palm slapping against the wooden
floor. “I’m s…sorry. No infirmary.”
That’s an odd word. She blinked. “You need medical attention. A hospital is
where you belong—” 
She stilled.
Blood drained from her face. What if he’s a criminal?
Coop rubbed
against her leg. His chest rumbled.
The man’s
nostrils flared, and his intense gaze locked onto hers. “Don’t fear. I’m not a
danger to you.”
She took a step
back, toward the exit. “Are you running from the law?”
A deprecating
chuckle eased from his throat then was cut short. As he inhaled, his lungs
wheezed. “Not in the way you think.”
“But you are
“I…I need to
go.” He rose once again, but couldn’t maintain his balance.
She caught him
before he fell. Even with her big bone structure, his weight was almost more
than she could bear. “You’re not going anywhere in this condition. You’re
coming inside with me, so I can take a look at you. Then, we’ll talk about an
ambulance. Okay?”
His nod was all
the confirmation she needed.
the Author:
After finishing a rewarding
career in finance and accounting, it was time for Rosalie Redd to put away the
spreadsheets and take out the word processor. The award-winning author pens
paranormal, science fiction, and fantasy romance in her office cave located in
Oregon, where rain is just another excuse to keep writing.



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The Beauty of the Fall by Rich Marcello



Dan Underlight, a divorced, workaholic technology executive, suffers lingering grief over the death of his ten-year-old son, Zack. When Dan’s longtime friend and boss fires Dan from RadioRadio, the company that he helped create, he crashes and isolates himself.

Willow, a poet and domestic violence survivor, helps Dan regain his footing. With her support, Dan ventures on a pilgrimage of sorts, visiting Fortune 500 companies to flesh out a software start-up idea. He then recruits three former RadioRadio colleagues and starts Conversationworks, a company he believes will be at the vanguard of social change.

Guided by Dan’s leadership, Conversationworks enjoys some early successes, but its existence is soon threatened on multiple fronts. Will Dan survive the ensuing corporate battles and realize the potential of his company? Or will he be defeated by his enemies and consumed by his grief?

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What the critics are saying about The Beauty of the Fall:

Five Star and Gold Award Winner

From the very first paragraph, Rich Marcello drew me into his book with a command of the language that I liken to a poet’s. Passages like this one, “He put his head down, tried to rekindle the wildfire he helped birth years ago, tried to daydream down a riven path.” and this one, “Don’t look down, the pinpricks have spouted and are covering the new carpet in blood.” provided me with ample proof early on that Marcello was a real deal literary composer, a master of the language, and a wordsmith with soulful depths.

But beautiful language alone can’t make a reader keep reading. Original characters with powerful character arcs and a compelling story to keep all the characters growing is fundamental. No problem there, either. From Dan to his counselor to Willow to his son, stronger characterization is front and center. I know Dan–he reminds me of the author Richard Bach. I know Willow, too, this wild child, compassionate, changer of the world woman who is always strong, always courageous even when her heart is broken. These characters kept me reading.

Then we arrive at the story. Characters and language need movement, need story, setting, pace, tension. Marcello has these covered, too. Set in New England, the vivid colors of the seasons remain clear in my brain long after I finished the book. Authors who take the time to divide their books into parts and give them names always receive a grateful nod from me. I like to know the structure of a story before I begin reading, and I like rolling back to the Table of Contents to remind myself what’s next in this journey. The Beauty of the Fall’s Table of Contents is especially brilliant; titles like “So it Spins,” “Build from the Sky Down,” “Spectacles, and Halos and Code” promised each chapter would carry its own mini-story and all the mini-stories would merge to form a powerful narrative.

Themes of forgiveness, trust, simplicity, honor, technology as healer, and non-violence echo through the pages of The Beauty of the Fall and held me captive until the end. If I had to name a gripe, it would be that the last chapter was unnecessary. The story should have ended with “The Good-bye Return,” but I can understand why, for closure’s sake, Marcello included “In the Coming.”

The Beauty of the Fall will appeal to readers who love a compelling, well-written story with elements of literary fiction, technology fiction, and romantic fiction. Marcello doesn’t write the type of literary fiction that prizes language over story. He writes the type that uses beautifully soulful language to real unique characters living compelling bittersweet lives.  – The Hungry Monster Book Review

Ten-year-old Zackery Underlight is dead.  His father Dan however, is just learning to live again. There is a certain haunting lyricism to this remarkable book about a father coming to grips with the death of his only son – a death he feels he caused.  There’s also a tortured search for self-renewal and forgiveness that extends far beyond the natural grieving of a parent for his child . . . These carefully paced reveals of a deeply conflicted character – coupled with a fascinating glimpse into how high-tech start-ups are born – make this one of the year’s best works of literary fiction . . . Its rich depth, satisfying substance, and willingness to examine key social issues such as global warming and battered women, force the reader to confront the truly inconvenient truths all around us while remaining invested in the story’s key players . . . This is a rare read, and one to be savored, especially now, when seeking respite from the current worries of an uncertain national – and international – future.  It’s good tonic for the soul; a restorative tale of perseverance against all odds . . . Five-plus stars to Beauty of the Fall.  From start to finish, it never disappoints.  – Don Sloan, The Midwest Book Review

That kind of spectacular writing, interspersed with actual poetry, business vignettes drawn from life, and development of a deeply flawed, complex, and charismatic main character made this one of the best books I’ve read this year. For anyone with a technology background, The Beauty of the Fall is a must read. For everyone else, it’s a present right now, even as fall’s beauty heads to winter. – Barb Taub for Rosie’s Book Review Team


The level of detail Marcello puts into the descriptions of the business and its establishment is astounding, hinting at countless hours of research to get it right. Even better, for a topic that could very easily be dull, he manages to keep it engaging throughout.
It’s not just the technical stuff that Marcello can turn into something great, his dialogue is, for the most part, realistic and engaging, and he often treats the reader to beautiful imagery and a great turn of phrase.

The Suits are black, genderless, and fill the elevator. As they slowly unload, walk toward my office, they scan everything– the flash-frozen employees watching their entrance, the desks filled with proprietary info, the cappuccino maker that would never make its way into one of their government offices. Maggie, who is standing next to me, who I insisted attend this meeting despite her strong objections, turns ashen, and a fidget subjugates her hand.

There’s plenty more to the book than just the new business — and how it plans to change the world. The reader is thrown into Dan’s life as he struggles to find and keep a meaningful relationship, as he fails to cope with his son’s death and as he looks for answers in all the wrong places.  – Striking13.com

In an Oyster Shell – This was an emotionally raw, well-poised, literary fiction that was  unique with a fullness that is richly fulfilling.

The Pearls –
The narrative was raw, poignant and provocative. This was a primarily character-driven story. With well-developed characters, that worked in favor to the story.

The main character was  flawed and compromised a lot in the story. Yet, he had a moral backbone that exceeded every questionable choice he made. The author put the character through some detrimental circumstances that were intense. The character understandably broke but always rebounded with a resiliency that kept the reader turning page after page.

Realistic contemporary components with pop culture references were interlaced with well-composed believable fiction. It gives the reader a wide point of reference that makes the prose pleasingly palatable. -Writingpearls.com

”Few novels are as intelligent and relevant as The Beauty of the Fall. Almost none is as eloquent, compelling, heartbreaking, and ultimately, uplifting.” –Mark Spencer, Faulkner Award winner and author of Ghostwalking

”Rich Marcello’s The Beauty of the Fall takes the reader on two intriguing journeys: the exciting coffee-fueled rise of a high-tech start-up and the emotional near-collapse of the man behind the revolutionary company, his personal journey through grief and healing.” –Jessamyn Hope, author of Safekeeping

”Rich Marcello’s third novel, The Beauty of the Fall, intermixes poetry and prose fluidly throughout the manuscript, and in fact, incorporates poetry as one of its major themes. As a practicing poet, I was swept away by the lyrical language, the characters, and the unexpected twists and turns in the plot. Overall, a great and inspiring read!” –Rebecca Givens Rolland, author of The Wreck of Birds

About the Author

Rich is a poet, a songwriter and musician, a creative writing teacher at Seven Bridges’ Writer Collaborative, and the author of three novels, The Color of Home, The Big Wide Calm, and The Beauty of the Fall. Previously, he enjoyed a successful career as a technology executive, managing several multi-billion dollar businesses for Fortune 500 companies.

The Color of Home was published in 2013 by Langdon Street Press, and melds together honest generative dialogue, poetic sensory detail, and “unforgettable characters who seem to know the complete song catalog of Lennon or Cohen.” The Big Wide Calm was published in 2014, also by Langdon Street Press. The US Review of Books stated, img_4294“Marcello’s novel has a lot going for it. Well-written, thought-provoking, and filled with flawed characters, it meets all of the basic requirements of best-of-show in the literary fiction category.” The Beauty of the Fall will be published in 2016. Faulkner Award Winner Mark Spencer commented, “Few novels are as intelligent and relevant as The Beauty of the Fall. Almost none is as eloquent, compelling, heartbreaking, and ultimately, uplifting.”

As anyone who has read Rich’s work can tell you, his books deal with life’s big questions: love, loss, creativity, community, aging, self-discovery. His novels are rich with characters and ideas, crafted by a natural storyteller, with the eye and the ear of a poet.

For Rich, writing and art making is about connection, or as he says, about making a difference to a least one other person in the world, something he has clearly achieved many times over, both as an artist, a mentor, and a teacher.

Rich lives in Massachusetts on a lake with his family and two Newfoundlands, Ani and Shaman. He is currently working on his fourth novel, The Latecomers.






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