Tuesday, August 20, 2024

There’s no turning back now – #SciFi #Suspense #AI #Giveaway

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Blurb

A mysterious signal from deep space. Mischief and murder at a military base.

Earth’s leaders are given an ultimatum: deliver Sam Sanderson to Logom, a planet known to house a hostile AI civilization, or face interplanetary war.

When Sam receives a strange letter drafting her into the Great Alliance for Interplanetary Affairs as a matter of international security, she expects to get answers. But instead of receiving a warm welcome, she finds that most people under the surface are distant, cold, and have built walls of silence. While grappling with her unique power and the consequences of her actions, she learns that the organization she’s supposed to serve has a chilling past and guards a dark secret.

While Earth’s scientists scramble to defend their world and the planetary alliance from the AI threat, Sam is forced on a mission to the Dark Galaxy. A place where dangers lurk, tensions run high, and things are never what they seem.

But will the journey change her forever?

As Sam desperately navigates a maze of lies, dark secrets, and finds herself at the heart of a dangerous journey, she discovers that it will take much more than her courage and power to save humanity.

Time’s running out, and there’s no turning back now…

From the award-winning author of Journey to the Hopewell Star comes the highly anticipated sequel that’s sure to be a thrilling ride!

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Excerpt

Sam Sanderson woke, her heart beating rapidly. A nightmare lingered—images of enemy alien ships, of giant, black, egg-shaped pods descending from the sky. And inside them, those menacing creatures. Like giant spherical jellyfish, a hybrid of AI machinery and organic flesh. Their mutating bodies, slick black bubbling masses. Those gleaming metallic barbed tentacles slicing through the air. They hovered on purple pockets of energy, racing to locate and destroy their victims…

She rubbed her eyes, trying to erase the frightening images. Dense grogginess and a pounding headache put her on edge—a raw, pulsating ache that only intensified as she took in her strange surroundings.

This wasn’t home. At least, it wasn’t her home on Maple River Drive in Moncton, New Brunswick, with her grandfather. And this wasn’t her comfortable bed. This confining, gloomy room with drab white walls was definitely not her residence quarters at the military base, either. So where was she?

She bolted upright. A bed, a sink, and a toilet. No windows. Where there should have been a door, instead were thick, impenetrable iron bars.

She gulped, her mouth dry. She pulled her blanket closer, the damp coldness of the air threatening to seep into her bones.

Her mouth gaped open in sudden awful awareness. This was no nightmare.

They’d captured her.

About the Author

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Hannah D. State is an award-winning Canadian author. She graduated from McGill University with a BA and earned her MPL from Queen’s University. Hannah is bothered by inequality, violence, greed, complacency, snakes, entering a dark room, and not getting enough sleep. She enjoys writing about strong-willed characters who don’t fit the norm and who overcome great obstacles with perseverance, self-discovery, and help from others. Sometimes Hannah can’t keep up with her characters’ ideas and plans, so she takes breaks, drinks coffee, does yoga and tai chi, and takes nature walks to calm her mind and really listen. Journey to the Dark Galaxy is her second novel. You can find her author page on Facebook.

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Monday, August 19, 2024

A bit of bad luck away from disaster – #Travel #ShortStory #Giveaway @Gpakis

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Blurb

Hookers and hawkers.

Mosques and mosquitos.

Paul has had enough of Southeast Asia.

He's only here ‘cos it's cheap.

He's on the run from police after leaving Australia.

No, that place wasn't much better either.

Well, it was when he was young.

When his life was full of promise. An up-and-coming boxer. And he had friends. And fun.

Then a bit of bad luck later and he found himself on the run in outback Australia. Paranoid. Hiding from shadows. The heat. The dust. The sweat.

Next stop, Southeast Asia.

 

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Excerpt

Cigarette in mouth, Paul stood on the hotel balcony and stared nervously out into the hot Cambodian night. He hated Asia. He didn’t know why so many loved it. Of course deep down he knew - cheap holidays. But to Paul, Asia was hell - hot, dangerous and always just a bit of bad luck away from some sort of disaster.

Not much could be seen from his balcony. His hotel was down a small street off the main road that led to the tourist centre of Siem Riep. He could see people drifting down the main road, mostly tourists clutching dollar beers. Directly across from him was the construction site of a new hotel.

Paul took another drag from his cigarette, grabbed his beer off the balcony railing and walked back into the hotel room. He looked at his boots next to his duffel bag. He was sick of those stinky boots. He looked at the grime on the duffel bag. That grime was from India. Indian grime was unique. Black. Oily. Nowhere else that he had been in Asia left that kind of grime. It came mostly off the train floors. As he stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray, he remembered what his feet looked like in thongs at the end of those long train trips - black.

About the Author

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Gregory Pakis is an Australian author, film-maker, actor and wacky vlogger.

He has written the short story, The Lonely Australian of the Asian Night; the soon to be released horror-suspense novellas, The Regressor and He., and Memoir of a Suburban Hoe-Bo, which is partly an account of when he lived out of a van for ten years in Melbourne.

Gregory Pakis is also the writer / director of the feature films, The Garth Method (2005) and The Joe Manifesto (2013), which have won national and international awards and been distributed through Accent Entertainment, Label, Vanguard Cinema.

Gregory's more informal video projects are the feature documentaries, Garth Goes Hitch-Hiking (2007) and Garth Lives in a Van (2011) which have screened at film festivals in Australia.

More recently, he has created the comedy series, suBURPieS and his Wacky Vlog which can found on his socials.

Gregory has been featured in articles in newspapers, The Age, The Herald Sun, Beat Magazine, Inpress, FILMINK, and the Neos Kosmos. He has been interviewed on radio by the ABC, 3RRR, SYN FM, 3CR.

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Saturday, August 17, 2024

Battling the space pirates – #WomanInCharge #SciFi #Backlist @AlexanderLyndi

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So it turns out that one of my dearest author friends, Lyndi Alexander  (alter-ego Alana Lorens) has a book with the same title as my latest release: Triad. When she joked about how different her book was from mine, I couldn’t resist asking her for a media kit.

This book came out back in 2012, but it has stood the test of time.

Lyndi and I are both oldies but goodies!

Blurb

After five years of silence, the Arkosian space pirates are back to terrorize the sector where Trezanna Len fights to save her Solarii colony, a small group of Terran descendants settled on the planet Induna. To survive, the Solarii need assistance. And soon.

Trezanna could ask for help from the neighboring group called Dragonfleet, but its cruel leader Estrella Drake has been on a rampage to annex Solarii space. Estrella would never agree to an alliance with the Solarii. Or would she?

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Excerpt

Trezanna tuned the controls, trying to catch the frequency her fighters were using against the Arkosian space pirates. Barely able to hear at first, she leaned in close, the blue light from the screen dimly illuminating her face and body.

Static phased in, then sharpened to a war whoop. “Beat it, Whirlwind, she’s gonna blow!” came the triumphant voice of Shelby Hussard, the spitfire teacher-turned-pilot of the Tiboron.

Cheeky bit.” Monte Winston swerved the Whirlwind from its path, swinging wide to avoid the coming explosion. His voice was warm and amused, consistent with his usual attitude of lassitude. Trezanna noted with approval that he avoided Hussard’s trajectory, preventing pirate gunners from acquiring an easy shot at them both.

Hussard counted down. “Three...two...one, now!”

The on-screen trace of the larger of the cruisers wavered and vanished. Trezanna could imagine the silent shower of fire and sparks bursting into the vacuum of space only to be swallowed by the black. “Yes!” she yelled, fist clenched with satisfaction. “Well done!”

She leaned heavy against the edge of the console, legs aching. The smell of burnt plastic and wiring filled the room. “Give it up, Marcand,” she whispered as she waited. “Call it a day. Go home.”

Apparent chaos reigned overhead as the debris from the cruiser scattered. Winston reported one pirate lightship decimated by a large piece of torn metal. He and Hussard then turned their ships to dog the rest till they turned and fled.

The Blaze hung in space, power readings flickering. Dr. Shahla Talib had been in the cockpit, reluctantly pressed into service after two pilots had been killed the week before. She’d been through Space Force training before she’d joined the Solarii, so Trezanna had assumed she could handle the controls of a small ship.

She’d said she could, anyway.

Trezanna frowned and thumbed the comm unit. “Talib? Solarii base to Blaze, come in! Blaze?

No answer. Had she been sent up there to die?

Author Bio

Lyndi Alexander always dreamed of faraway worlds and interesting alien contacts. She lives as a post-modern hippie in Asheville, North Carolina, a single mother of her last child of seven, a daughter on the autism spectrum, finding that every day feels a lot like first contact with a new species.

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Friday, August 16, 2024

Fill up your e-reader with the LGBTQ+ books you love!

 

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Today’s the day! If you love #LGBTQ+ fiction, head over to https://queeryourbookshelf.com, stock up, and save yourself a bundle! Each and every one of the 400+ titles listed is just 99 cents at all outlets!

I’m offering two books as part of the event, one lesbian (The Witches of Gloucester) and one gay (At the Margins of Madness). Both have paranormal themes. You can find an exclusive excerpt from the former in my Monday post, and a bit from the latter below.

Blurb

Both power and love can lead to madness

Nineteen year old Kyle has devastating visions of horrific disasters. Everyone assumes Kyle is schizophrenic, but Rob, the cop who picks him up off the street, knows better. Since his telepathic sister's brutal murder, Rob wants nothing to do with "gifted" individuals like Kyle. Yet he can't deny his attraction to the beautiful, tortured young man -- an attraction that appears to be mutual.

Excerpt

Kyle’s mouth was so dry he couldn’t swallow. His ears rang. Ants crawled under his skin, creating an internal itch impossible to relieve. He recognized the side effects of Thorazine. Must have been a heavy dose. He groped through a fog, straining for consciousness. Anything was better than the smothering lethargy the drug produced.

He risked opening his eyes. A yellow halo surrounded the fluorescent tubes in the ceiling. The brightness made him squint. It was all familiar.

He didn’t remember checking himself in. He didn’t remember anything, really, after leaving Rob’s apartment. His chest ached at that memory. He’d been so naïve, imagining that Rob might be different. That he might actually care.

Despair closed in around him. I wish I’d never woken up, Kyle mused. I wish this was all over. He closed his eyes again, willing the blackness to swallow him, but his mind remained stubbornly aware.

Kyle? Can you hear me?” That voice, soft but strong. What was he doing here?

Kyle turned his head, fighting the drug-fuelled tightness in his neck muscles. It was déjà vu. Once again, the sandy-haired cop sat at his bedside, fidgeting with his cap, his face sombre and worried. A tiny flicker of hope kindled in Kyle’s heart. He extinguished it immediately.

Go away.” He rolled to his side, turning his back on the blue-clad figure.

Please, Kyle. Listen to me. I’m so sorry. Really, I was so stupid…”

Resolute, Kyle closed his ears to Rob’s pleas. No one is going to hurt me again. Especially not you. He thought about razor blades and rat poison. Alcohol was too slow. He’d do what was necessary to escape from the madness, to spare himself—and Rob—any more pain.

An image of gleaming steel fluttered through his mind. Gradually the scene returned, the terrible vision that had sent him screaming into blind insanity. Enough of the drug lingered in his system that he could inspect his recollections impassively. The vivid and disturbing premonition had been atypical, a waking fit in which he personally experienced the predicted horrors. The patterns of his madness seemed to be shifting. What did it mean?

All at once, he remembered the images he had seen when he first met Rob, the pulse-pounding blow job, the joy of being on his knees serving the powerful older man. That dream had come true, at least in spirit. Saliva gathered in his parched mouth as he recalled the weight of Rob’s cock on his tongue, the solid force of the other man’s thrusts, the sharp flavor of his ejaculate.

Rob’s hand clasped his shoulder. Kyle’s cock stirred, defying the deadening effects of the medication.

Forgive me, Kyle. Please. Look at me, baby.”

It was the endearment that did it, cracked Kyle open and let the pain and desire flow in. He allowed Rob to roll him onto his back. He gazed up into the cop’s sky-blue eyes, tears gathering in his own.

Rob…” he began.

I know. I know. I’m an idiot. I tried to push you away. I lied to you. Tell me that you forgive me. That you’ll give me another chance to be with you. To take care of you.”

Why?” Kyle struggled to raise himself to a sitting position. Rob grabbed the thin pillow and tried to help. Kyle noticed the straps hanging from the chrome rails. Restraints. He must have been really crazy. “Didn’t you want me? We were so good together.”

I was afraid.” Rob sat back in his chair, staring at his shoes. “Afraid of your powers.”

Powers? You mean my visions?” Kyle had a hard time imagining the tough cop being afraid of anything.

Rob nodded. “I have to tell you the truth, Kyle. About the train. The Holden force found a kid on the tracks with a badly broken leg.”

Just like in my vision.” Kyle took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “And they saved him?”

Of course. The next train was at midnight. If I hadn’t called when you asked me…”

But you did call.”

Rob half-grinned. “I couldn’t resist you.”

The pressure in Kyle’s chest lessened. “It didn’t happen. I saw it, the disaster, but you changed the future.”

We did. That wasn’t the first time, either.”

What?”

When I picked you, just before you blacked out, you whispered an address.”

Yeah, I remember. I saw it scrawled on a wall.”

I sent a man over, thinking it might be your place. He smelled smoke. There was a fire starting on the roof. They put it out before it could spread.”

Oh my God… That’s wonderful!” Kyle wanted to jump out of bed and give Rob a hug, but his limbs weren’t quite up to that yet. He settled for squeezing the other man’s arm. The brief touch hardened him further. “It’s great! Why were you afraid? Seems like between the two of us, we’ve managed what I could never do by myself.”


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Thursday, August 15, 2024

New release! Steamy, explicit and unapolgetically romantic -- #Threesomes #NewRelease #KU

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Looking for some satisfying beach reading?

I just released a new boxed set of three-way romance tales, free on Kindle Unlimited. Some are MFM, others MMF – all of them are brimming with desire, overflowing with love.

Get your copy of Triad today and enjoy over 100K words of luscious, loving polyamory.

Blurb

Sometimes one plus one equals three

Why should soul mate be singular? Can one person really satisfy every need and desire?

Triad is a compilation of erotic romance tales about threesomes – not fleeting, lust-driven ménage a trois encounters but stable, loving relationships that involve three people. A long-married couple’s ardor is rekindled when another man seduces each of them in turn. A lonely, embittered vampire finds redemption in the arms of his two young victims. A mistletoe kiss reawakens passion between old friends, until Suzanne discovers Gino already has a life partner. An alien pair offers love and immortality to the only survivor of a interstellar disaster.

Steamy and explicit, unapologetically romantic, Triad celebrates the joys of three-way polyamory.


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Excerpt

Suzanne had never seen stars so bright. The night sky was a black bowl above them, studded with blazing jewels. The snow blanketing the yard gleamed with some faint inner radiance. At the edges of the property, evergreens clustered in deeper shadow like silent sentinels.

She took a deep breath of the crystalline air, so cold and sharp it hurt her lungs. The tiny hairs inside her nose stood on end. Her earlobes felt like icicles. From the neck down, though, she was bathed in delicious warmth. The bizarre contrast almost made her giggle.

Smooth, hard muscle brushed her thigh. After a moment, roving fingers skittered across her lap and burrowed into her pubic fur. A fiery bolt of lust struck her core.

Gino!” she scolded. “Behave!”

Why should I?” asked her lover, rubbing his body against hers under the surface of the water. “Harry doesn’t mind. Do you?”

The lanky blond on Gino’s other flank grinned. “Not at all. Long as you keep up what you’re doing over here, that is.”

Harris had untied his ponytail. His golden locks flowed over his shoulders, darkening to sepia where wet. With his thin face and chiseled features, he looked like some warrior ascetic, a knight on a quest for some sacred prize. Suzanne could understand why Gino found him attractive. She wondered whether he really was one-hundred percent gay.

Leaning back against the redwood wall and closing her eyes, she allowed the peace of the night to enfold her. Her limbs were heavy. Her heart felt as though it was about to overflow.

The growl of motors and a rattling of metal reached her ears. Gino’s solar-heated hot tub was at the back of the house, away from the street. Still, the faint noise shattered the intense quiet of the snow-smothered night.

Plows,” said Harris, cocking his head in the direction of the sound. “At last.” He pointed to the cloudless sky. “Looks like they were wrong about more snow, though.”

We’ll drive you over to Pelham early tomorrow morning,” Gino added. “Actually, the highway department might have towed your car already. We’ll call first, assuming we’ve got power. Anyway, don’t worry, you’re likely to be well on your way back home by tomorrow afternoon.”

Home. Suzanne didn’t want to think about California—her neat, modern, empty condo, all the problems and decisions awaiting her at work, the bland weather and the vacant sky.

There’s no rush,” she said finally. “I’m going to miss my Monday appointment anyway. But thank you.” She squeezed Gino’s hand. “For everything.”

Now, despite all that they had done together, she found she was shy. Steam drifted up in pale swirls from the heated surface of the water. Underneath, she could barely make out the shape of their naked limbs. “I’m going to miss you,” she murmured finally. “Both of you.”

You’ll be back for Christmas, though, won’t you?” Gino’s eyes were shadowed but Suzanne understood the yearning she’d see there, if there were more light.

Maybe…” she began. She imagined another holiday with her parents, pleasant but predictable. They wouldn’t mind if she disappeared after the opening of the presents. And suddenly she couldn’t bear the thought of not being with Gino again, very soon. “Yes. I’ll be back. I promise.”

Wonderful.” Gino pulled her into a kiss that made her heart pound and her pussy tremble. “You can stay over, you know,” he added when he finally released her. “You can stay for as long as you want.”

The house has six bedrooms,” Harris commented. “Way more space than we need.”

Yeah—even with my office and Harry’s studio, there are two rooms we barely use.”

We do have broadband Internet, by the way. Even if we don’t have mobile service.”

There’s a local limo company that can get you to Logan in two hours. Harry uses it when he has an exhibition in New York…”

This is freak weather,” Harris interrupted. “Most winters we don’t get much snow.”

And the summers here are glorious, green everywhere, bright sun and lingering twilights, fresh sweet corn and luscious home-grown tomatoes…”

I know!” Suzanne couldn’t keep from laughing. “I grew up here, remember?”

I thought that maybe you’d forgotten,” said Gino, his voice soft.

No,” she replied, flush with a recollection of the loyal, clever tease he’d been in school. “I remember very well.”

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Wednesday, August 14, 2024

War is not a game – #HistoricalRomance #Giveaway #Review

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Blurb

Meet Jesse Eastman, a young man from a powerful and wealthy American family. When he joins a group of rough fur traders on a journey to open up the American Northwestern Frontier, Jesse thinks his days are numbered.

The looming War of 1812 and a rugged farm woman from Upper Canada may prove him right.

Zee Collard and her father, George, are half-American, and half-Canadian. They will stop at nothing to protect their livelihoods in Upper Canada. The Collard's family history goes back to the Revolutionary War and their past is not something many Americans are keen on.

Whichever Way The Road Leads will pull you into the lives of two American families on both sides of the border who struggle as war breaks out in 1812. This engaging and graphic first book of The Eastman Saga will take you through raging mountainous rivers and early Northwestern Frontier landscapes to the bloody Niagara battlefields of 1812.

Be careful which road you take, you never know where it'll lead.

Excerpt

Jesse walked confidently to the group as the man spoke commandingly to him in the Arikaran language. Jesse looked at him in bewilderment.

He said that he would take everyone into the village and save our lives in exchange for the bear pelt and the canoe,” the woman translated slowly.

The Arikara guard spoke again, quickly, almost jumbling over his words with passion.

He also says that this is not a free stay. Everyone must work once they are healthy enough.” The woman explained the rest of the agreement and looked at Jesse for confirmation.

Jesse looked back at the stranded Overland Astorian group. They were probably three more days away from dying, he thought. Losing the bear pelt was nothing, but the canoe would be a huge sacrifice. “Tell him we will give him what he wants,” Jesse replied, rubbing his long beard. “But he must allow us to rebuild a new canoe with the surrounding trees. It is our only survival to return to St. Louis.”

The woman frowned, turned to the Arikara guard, and relayed the message in their native tongue.

The Arikara man’s mouth frowned in deliberation. Then, a half smile graced his face. He spoke rapidly to the woman, then turned to his group of guards, gesturing for them to grab the canoe and bear fur. They began approaching the Astorians as the native woman spoke to Jesse. “They have agreed,” she translated, with a funny grin on her face. “He also said that you are stupid and young.”

Jesse laughed and patted her on the shoulder. “Thank you,” he said. “You saved our lives.”

No,” she replied. “You did, Jesse.”

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Review by Lisabet Sarai

Jesse Eastman is the scion of a wealthy Philadelphia family, but he doesn’t see eye to eye with his parents. In an attempt to escape their influence, he signs on to a perilous expedition exploring the wild northwest frontier. He nearly loses his life as part of the Overland Astorian band, but he gains experience in leadership and community. Those experiences serves him well when he’s commissioned as an officer in the War of 1812, which pits American soldiers against the loyalist Canadians across the border.

Zelda “Zee” Collard, eldest daughter of one of those loyalists, figures she should have been born a boy. She’s much happier, not to mention more useful, helping her father with their homestead, planting and harvesting, building fences and caring for the animals than staying in the house and doing “woman’s work”. Though she can’t imagine marriage, her youthful desires lead her into a liaison with the Collard’s farmhand. She’s not sure how she’ll manage. when she discovers she’s pregnant as the result of that lapse. With her father apparently lost in the battles with the Americans, her mother stricken with grief, and her many siblings to care for, her own baby seems like the least of her problems.

Jesse’s and Zee’s paths converge when he commandeers the Collard farm as a field hospital for wounded American soldiers. Though officially the enemy, Jesse proves to be a thoughtful, honorable man who treats Zee and the other Canadians humanely and with respect. Officially on opposite sides of the conflict, the two young people share a connection that gradually ripens into love.

Whichever Way the Road Leads is the third historical novel I’ve read by J.A. Boulet. I’ve enjoyed them all. The historical periods and events she selects have all been new to me, so I’ve learned quite a lot from her books. Meanwhile, her focus is always on the impact historical events have on individuals and their lives. Indeed, as she explains in the notes at the end of this book, she usually has a personal connection to the places and events in her stories. In the case of this book, she lives in the Niagara region of Canada, where the Collards’ farm is located, and is surrounded by the monuments and battlefields from the brief but bloody 1812 war.

The characters in this novel are believable and engaging, especially Zee. She’s brave, strong, and competent, but she doesn’t fit society’s expectations for a woman. In particular, I found her hormone-driven extramarital sex very realistic. I appreciate the way that she handles the outcome without feeling overly guilty.

Here’s a bit from early in the book, which will give you some idea why I adored her.

Zee stomped down the hallway toward the shouts coming from Jacob and Sam. She opened the bedroom door and found the two four-year-olds crying in pain and hugging their legs.

I hope my fence is not broken!” Zee yelled. “I swear I’ll skin you alive if you damaged it. It took Papa and I the entire year to build that.”

Zee!” Clara shouted from the kitchen.

Zelda glowered at her twin brothers. “Let’s get washed up, you little troublemakers.” She lifted the smaller one up onto her shoulder and grasped the other boy’s hand. She looked down at the heavier twin, Jacob. “What in God’s name were you doing?”

Playing war,” Jacob answered feebly.

War is not a game,” Zee responded, frowning. She placed the lighter boy on the counter near the wash bin and started cleaning the scrapes on his leg amidst howls of protest. “Sit still, Sam!”

Jacob peered up at her. “Have you ever been to war?” he asked, rubbing his mouth with the back of his grubby hand.

Of course not,” Zee replied. “I’m a girl.”

Girls aren’t allowed?”

That’s right, Jacob.”

If it was allowed for girls to go to war, would you?”

Now, what kind of question is that?” Zee asked in response.

You’re pretty good with a rifle, Zee,” Jacob answered, smiling with pride at his eldest sister. “I’ve seen how you can shoot those cans.”

That’s just practice,” Zee responded.

Practice for what?”

Nothing and everything,” Zelda stated, getting increasingly annoyed. “It doesn’t matter anyway because Ma and Pa want to marry me off so I can have kids and cook bread for the rest of my life.”

The twins broke into raucous flights of laughter. “You?”

Sam shrieked. “Never!”

War is not a game. This is the underlying message in Whichever Way the Road Leads. Jesse and his comrades suffer terrible losses; Zee’s mother succumbs to grief and despair while her father barely survives. Ms. Boulet is not in the least bit judgmental, recognizing that both sides in the conflict had grievances, but she shows very clearly the costs.

I gather that this novel is the first in a series that will feature Jesse and Zee. I look forward to the next installment.

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About the Author

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J. A. Boulet is the passionate author of six historical fiction novels. Raised in a Hungarian refugee family, J. A. was born and grew up in Canada with a strong moral foundation, which she has stood behind all her life. Ms. Boulet began writing poetry at a very young age and progressed to short stories and novels easily. She quickly became a history geek and became fascinated with ancestry and the rough path of immigration. Her university studies ranged from photojournalism to accounting. After decades of working in accounting, J. A. published her first book in 2020 and has since published one to two books annually.

She lives in the Niagara region of Canada with her two sons, a crested gecko, a large Doberdor dog, and a small orchard of fruit trees.

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Website: https://jaboulet.ca/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/love_walk_life

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/jabouletauthor/

YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCHyJHrncBj09F5119oxt6Vw

Reddit link: https://www.reddit.com/user/NormalFemale

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