.............................Free Reads
Baking Lessons by KD Sarge
Zeke's granny has recipes far more dangerous than cookies.
Fanged Bunny Slippers by KD Sarge
Joss Ravid does things his way.
.............For You...............
Life as a Moving Target...a continuation by Erin Zarro
Poetry about living with chronic illness.
Hands-On Learning by KD Sarge
Rafe isn't good at math, but Taro has a plan to help.
From Us............................
The Penitent by Erin Zarro
Some promises are not worth the price.
Sneak Peek for Shards by Kit Campbell
Eva's life is getting odd.
Sneak Peek of Grave Touched
Erin here. I wanted to give you a sneak peek of Grave Touched, book 2 of my Fey Touched series, releasing May 1st from Turtleduck Press. Not long now! (Also? Fey Touched, book 1, is on sale for $.99 right now. Check it out if you want to catch up!)
Whispers. A flicker of thought.
My eyes wouldn't open. Panic sliced through me.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
"It's okay, Em. You're okay," a familiar male voice said. A hand stroked my brow. Nick? Was Nick here? My beloved Nick could always soothe me, keep me from the edge.
"Em…you're really here," Nick said softly. "You're alive."
Alive? Of course I was alive.
I opened my eyes, wincing.
A tall human woman watched me with gray eyes that I was sure peeled layers off of me. "Emily, I'm Doctor Lucia Jonath. You've been under my care for a few weeks now because you were in an accident."
Accountability
On Saturday, March 14th, at a quarter to six in the morning, I changed out of my pajamas and into the clothes I would wear to drive from Tucson, Arizona to Dana Point, California. Unfortunately as I did, I changed from my blue flannel shirt to my red one, and left my new Fitbit Zip attached to the blue shirt. Which I then flung across my bed before packing up my car and herding the family out the door for possibly our most highly-anticipated vacation ever.
What I did, basically, was shoot myself in the foot for the next four days as far as my fitness goals went.
The Haunting of Heatherbrae Station
A free short story
by Siri Paulson
14 May 18—, Earth reckoning
Dear Millie,
What a forlorn place this is! How far we have come from Mrs. Tattersall's London Academy for Female Tutors. I hope you are finding Luna Station, and your young charges, more amiable than mine. How often I imagined the two motherless children here, starved for a woman's gentle hand and eager to learn, as befits even the farthest-flung of Queen Victoria's young citizens. Even the thought of being trapped on the station for three months until the orbits lined up again did not deter me. But I fear I have made a dreadful mistake.
My first sight of Heatherbrae Station from the ethership's shuttle, as we made our approach yesterday, was daunting enough. The edifice loomed above us, ill-lit by the distant Sun, with the fantastic whorls of Saturn's surface behind. The station has ornate crenellations like a castle, and pointed arches along its axis—for it is shaped like a dumbbell, the Alpha end for the workers and the shuttlecraft they use to gather raw material from the rings, the middle for processing, and the Beta end for Stationmaster Edmund Croyden and his children and staff...and me. The whole rotates to provide gravity at each end. Quite ingenious; but from the shuttle it was dark and grim, and about it hovered a queer white light that gave me the chills.
I must have made some sound, for the pilot turned to me and grinned. "Cheerful, ain't it?" he said. "Welcome to your new home, Miss Okembe. Word is it's haunted."
"I do not hold with superstition," I told him.
Do you know what he said, Millie? "You should."
Well! I have not come so far from Nigeria only to withstand further mutterings and foolishness...or so I believed.