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Motherboards & Magic (#2)

 

Cyberpunk / Gay Romance / Sci-Fi

Date Published: 1/3/25

Publisher: Changeling Press

 

 

Dark clouds are gathering. Icarus is the light at the end of the tunnel.
And in his wake: Chaos.

 

Even though dark clouds gather in the distance, Asher, Vers, and Korya
start to see the light at the end of the tunnel. That “Light” is
named Icarus, and with him comes chaos. Even as the trio’s immediate
problem is solved, more people are out to get them.

With danger at every turn, they can only depend on each other. Who is this
mysterious alien called Icarus? Is he there to help protect them from the
DPL or are they about to become victims of an insidious plot to end the
planet? Either way, the friction is burning as they take one step closer to
unraveling the mysteries of Asher’s parents’ death, and what the
DPL is hiding.

 

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Copyright ©2024 Stephanie Burke & Areana Senoj

 

TO THE INDIVIDUAL WITH THE GOLDEN BLOOD:

WHOEVER IS THE RH NULL,

I’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU.

WE HAVE ISSUES TO DISCUSS THAT ARE PARAMOUNT TO THE PROTECTION OF THIS
PLANET.

MEET ME AT THE SAHARA, LAS VEGAS

THE ALEXANDRIA SUITE (OF COURSE)

 

Even on second reading, the message made no sense to Korya. “Okay,
what the fuck?”

Vers immediately pulled up Korya’s keyboard and began a trace.
“You might want to get the boss,” Vers snapped, eyes intent as
zis four-fingered hands flew over the keyboard. “I can’t find
any trace, or even how they broke through your firewall.”

Korya, not needing to be told twice, spun on her pink fuzzy slippers and
raced to the bathroom. “Asher!” she called out as she swung the
door open and… froze.

Asher stood before her, absently toweling his waist-length hair, completely
and utterly naked as the day he was born. His long hair flowed in inky waves
down his back, the ends, dyed a lighter blue, drawing her attention for a
moment before her gaze returned to his… other attributes. Oh, every
creator god that ever existed, was that dick real?

But then her focus shifted back to his face and questioning look. His head
tilted to the side, his cybernetic eye flared wide blue before a silver line
overtook the red bar that had been there since he received news about his
parents.

Her gaze wandered again, trailing over his golden skin, noting how soft and
supple it looked, then back to his heart-shaped face — and down his neck.
Even though he was breathing and swallowing normally, she didn’t
notice his neck muscles constrict.

“Korya?” His voice box looked off, like it didn’t move
naturally.

Her attention then traveled to his right arm, muscular and powerful looking
as he rubbed at his scalp. His other hand let go of his fall of hair to rest
on his hips as he adjusted his stance, then shifted his weight on his legs.
And that was where the jaw-dropping confusion reasserted itself in
Korya’s brain.

His left arm and hand were a strange, steel gray with what looked like
swirls of silver. It covered his left arm from the shoulder down to his
fingertips and both legs. The water flowed along the metal muscles that
looked and moved as natural as flesh but strangely was not. Fuck.
She’d forgotten that he had lost both of his legs and one
arm…

But… how? If not for the color and the too graceful and smooth
movements of his body, she would have totally forgotten the greater portion
of his physiology was cybernetic.

But what beautiful technology, she decided as she tracked the shifting
movements under the metallic skin of his thick thighs, down to his toes
flexing on her shower mat, and then back up to his calves.

Her new boss was metal… well, mostly. Her gaze darted back up to his
left shoulder where she would be damned if she could even see how the flesh
attached to the metal. It was a smooth, seamless transition. Only the fact
that the golden flesh tones of his skin faded into the stark steel-gray
metal gave away his android leanings.

But damn, each muscle was defined and sculpted beautifully. Her gaze
dropped to his hips where his perfect Adonis belt melded into metal in a
beautiful flow that only the world’s best artists or poets could do it
the most justice.

“There are veins!” she all but shouted as she moved closer,
dropping to her knees and reaching out a tentative hand for the closest
thigh.

She didn’t even notice his flinch, only that he stepped back a bit
and stared down at her, his confused look turning incredulous as she got a
closer look at what so fascinated her.

Truly, Asher would be flattered but he knew her fascination had nothing to
do with him and everything to do with the hardware he sported.

“Can I help you?” he asked as she looked up at him, flushed
bright red, and pulled her hand back.

“Uh… I mean… did this hurt?” Then she winced,
thinking her previous question the most stupid that had ever fallen out of
her mouth. “That was a dumb question. Of course, it hurt. How in the
galaxy did they manage… I mean the seams are nonexistent. And you
look so real…”

“Yeah, just like a real boy.” His tone was pissy at best, but
he really didn’t care. There was a woman kneeling at his feet and
reaching for parts of his body that only he and his many varied
doctors… okay. He really didn’t care who was staring at him,
any parts of him. His shame had died a hard death when they had to lift his
dick for him to take a piss. The legs came first, after all, and over time
they’d built the graphene skeleton for his left arm and replace the
pulverized bones in his right. The legs were an easy build and began to look
more and more human as the augmentation therapy advanced, but the
arms… He remembered standing under the water of a hot shower for the
first time in months when they finally got his legs attached and
healed… and the complete humiliation of someone having to scrub
between his butt cheeks after every time he took a shit when they finally
allowed him solid foods. They were kind enough to do scar removal from the
colostomy bag but by that time, he had been poked, prodded, scanned,
examined, and touched on every part of his body, intimate or not. A female
on her knees before him while he was naked was something he’d
experienced several times before. Someone who was neither a medical nor
scientific doctor touching him and without his consent,
however…

“Did you need something, really, or is this just a thing you do? If
it is, I’m sure Vers will be more amenable –”

“I’m sorry.” Korya moaned, slapping both hands over her
eyes and lowering her head, giggling nervously.

No, not nervously — more like she was shocked by her actions. But not too
shocked, because yes, that was her, parting some fingers to get another look
at his junk… or… what was she staring at?

About the Authors

Areana Senoj is a multi-genre writer of erotic romance, paranormal, and
sci-fi fantasy fiction. She’s been an actress, singer, dancer,
educator, and, briefly, a stay-at-home “tennis, soccer, and band
mom,” as well as a small business entrepreneur. Now she’s
enjoying a new career living life as a full-time writer. She’s
thrilled to join Changeling Press, where she’s teamed up with USA Today Best
Selling Author Stephanie Burke, co-authoring Motherboards and Magic.

 

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Stephanie Burke is a USA Today Best Selling, multi published, multi
award-winning author, Master Costumer, handicapped, wife and mother of
two.

From sex-shifting, shape-shifting dragons to undersea worlds, sexually
confused elemental Fey and homo-erotic mysteries, all the way to
pastel-challenged urban sprites, Stephanie has done it all, and hopes to do
more.

Stephanie is an orator on her favorite subjects of writing and
world-building, a sometime teacher when you feed her enough tea and donuts,
an anime nut, a costumer, and a frequent guest of various sci-fi and writing
cons where she can be found leading panel discussions or researching varied
legends and theories to improve her writing skills.

Stephanie is known for her love of the outrageous, strong female
characters, believable worlds, male characters filled with depth, and
multi-cultural stories that make the reader sit up and take notice.

 

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The Others Blitz

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Sci-Fi / Action Adventure

Date Published: 12-25-2024

Publisher: Freedom Thorn Press

 

 

When a corpse with webbed feet and other aquatic adaptations washes ashore
during a hurricane, the county medical examiner calls in marine biologist
Will Myers for assistance. The deceased’s mysterious sister, Andreia,
claims the body and asks Will to help figure out how her brother died. Will
and Andreia bond over shared tragedies and a yearning to heal a dying ocean
as they seek to learn how her brother spent his final days.

Andreia brings Will to her undersea home, part of a hidden civilization
inhabited by smugglers, hackers, treasure hunters, and traders—all
members of a different species, driven to the edge of extinction by human
diseases and climate change. As feelings between the two grow, the
investigation into her brother’s death leads to a sinister plot by a
fanatical cabal. Together, Will and Andreia must find a way to save both
humanity and the ocean without imperiling the existence of her
species.

About the Author

T. C. Weber

As an ecologist who grew up diving and fishing in the Florida Keys, Mr.
Weber drew on his knowledge of the setting and relevant science to bring it
to life. His cyberpunk novel Sleep State Interrupt (See Sharp Press) was a
finalist for the 2017 Compton Crook award for best first speculative fiction
novel. Two sequels, The Wrath of Leviathan and Zero-Day Rising, followed, as
well as an alternate history novel, Born in Salt; a post-apocalyptic horror
novella, The Survivors; and a satire of local government, The Council. He
has also had numerous peer-reviewed scientific papers and book chapters
published. Mr. Weber is a member of Poets & Writers, the Science Fiction
& Fantasy Writers Association, the Horror Writers Association, and the
Maryland Writers Association.

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The Quiet Joy of Simply Being Blitz

Discovering the Peace, Joy, and Happiness You Already Are

Self-Help / Spiritual

Date Published: November 7, 2024

Publisher: MindStir Media

 

 

The Quiet Joy of Simply Being takes us on a journey of discovering we are
already the peace, contentment, joy, happiness, and love we seek. These
attributes of our True Nature are not found in what we do, things we
acquire, status we attain, or even our state of mind. Rather, they are the
ever-present essence of who we are.

About the Author

I go by the name Aiy’m, which is pronounced I-Yim. I live in Boulder,
Colorado with my wife Donna and cat Te’a. I am retired. I’m fairly active
physically mostly hiking in the Boulder foothills and Rocky Mountains,
gravel biking, skiing, and doing yard work – actually, since I enjoy it I
consider it yard play. Though I enjoy all those activities, what is of most
importance to me is spiritual awakening as such I love being out in nature,
sitting by a creek sipping tea, meditating and journaling. I also built a
tiny rustic space in my backyard for that purpose. I call it a tea-mitage.
Kind of like a hermitage. I call the journaling I do Writing Passing Clouds
as what I write about is more about the inward journey and not what I did
during the day.

I have been regularly journaling for over 40 years. As I mentioned above,
my journaling is about the inward journey of spiritual awakening. In fact, I
would say that journaling has been my main ally in this spiritual pursuit,
even more so than meditation and retreats. About 10 years ago I asked myself
what is it about journaling that I get so much from. Certainly, I learned a
lot about myself. I have come to know the way my mind works, my perceived
limitations, my behavioral and emotional patterns and conditionings, and so
on and on and on. But, what I came to realize what was most important about
my journalings was not what I learned about myself, rather, through
journaling I shifted my perspective to that of an observer and from that
perspective I was able to dis-entangle and dis-identify from my conditioned
thinking mind and emotions. This is very liberating. I call it the First
Great Freedom. In this freedom from the conditioned thinking mind and
emotions, there is a deep sense of peace, fulfillment, and happiness. I also
see this shift of perspective as the first step or phase of the spiritual
journey to self-realization.

My book, The Quiet Joy of Simply Being, began as being about my journaling
process but morphed into being about discovering the peace, happiness,
fulfillment and love we already are.

 

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Contemporary Romance, Second Chances

Date Published: December 27, 2024

 

 

One blind date and I fall head over heels. Then he ghosts me, leaving me
brokenhearted and pregnant.

 

Aaron: When I meet Genesis on a blind date I fall head over heels.
She’s younger than me and I know I don’t deserve her, but I want
to see her again. But before that can happen, I’m arrested,
handcuffed, and imprisoned for something I didn’t do. Thinking about
Genesis is the only thing that keeps me from going crazy—until I find
out she might be the one who framed me.

Genesis: I hate blind dates, but I change my mind when Aaron shows up at my
door. He’s perfect in every way and I’m smitten at first sight.
I can’t wait to see him again, but then he ghosts me, and disappears
off the face of the Earth. Everyone tells me to forget him, but it’s
not that easy. I’m head over heels for him –- and pregnant with
his baby.

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EXCERPT

The shop clerk raved over my figure. “You can wear
anything,”

While I called myself skinny, she called me svelte. “You could
model,” she added over her shoulder as she pulled dresses off the rack
for me to try on. She deposited them in the dressing room and told me to
call her if I needed help.

Sighing, I undressed down to my cotton panties and bra, and inspected
myself in the full-length mirror. Not much up top. I hope he won’t be
disappointed.

Fuck him. It was just a blind date.

For the hundredth time I cursed myself for accepting this date. Going
through all this hassle and expense for some loser was beyond ridiculous.
I’d rather get a root canal. The only reason I hadn’t bowed out
was because my mechanic had arranged it. The last time I brought my car in,
he jokingly said that I should date a grease monkey like him. It was how
he’d met his wife. He followed that with, “Hey, I know just the
guy.” And I’d let him talk me into it.

Still, experience had taught me that blind dates never turned out well. Of
course, most of my experience was thanks to my father, the District
Attorney, trying to control my life like he controlled everything in the
city.

I couldn’t even count the times he’d had his secretary fix me
up with political hacks that would further his career. When I started
ghosting them, he orchestrated chance meetings at the endless cocktail
parties he threw for his political cronies. He planned to run for office
someday and having a daughter married to a politico and campaigning for him
would be a major boon to his career. The whole thing felt really creepy and
manipulative. Nothing was more personal than who you fell in love with.
Besides, my father and I were politically diverse. I would never vote for
his bootlickers, let alone marry one. His attempts to play puppet master
were doomed to failure from the beginning and a major reason why I moved out
of his house and into the Dollhouse.

That’s what I named my micro apartment in the Signature Suites
building. That sounded a lot swankier than it really was. My little piece of
heaven was only four hundred square feet; one-room with a sitting slash
sleeping area, kitchenette, and bathroom, but it was all mine.

I turned my attention back to the dresses. The good thing about having
small breasts was that I could wear just about anything. The bad thing was
that most men love big tits. I was enlightened when I turned sixteen. My
father had given me a check and told me to get breast implants. Hurt and
disgusted, I spent the money on a creative writing class and started a blog.
I learned early on to do the opposite of whatever he wanted. If only my
mother hadn’t gotten cancer and died when I was three. I hardly
remembered her. Wiping away the tears, I vowed not to think about that
now.

After slipping a dress over my head, I made a face in the mirror.
“Ugh.” The hem hit the floor and the slinky material made me
look flatter. It went back on the hanger, and I tried on number two. Too
short, too black, too dressy. It was something my father’s secretary
would wear to one of his political functions. I glanced at my watch and
started to panic. I had no time to hit another store.

The green floral print with a halter top seemed promising. I tied it behind
my neck, and twirled. Feminine and flowy, the hem landed between my knees
and ankles. The bare back and built-in bra treaded a thin line between
classy and slutty, but the dress flattered my figure and I had white strappy
sandals that would work with it. The more I checked it out in the mirror,
the more I liked it.

I looked at the tag. The price blew my mind. I hated spending money I
didn’t have. My closet was full of jeans, leggings, and business
casual for the photo ops I used to take with my father. If I cooperated with
Bruce, I’d have a bigger apartment and lots of clothes, everything I
could want, but I’d be selling my soul. Since moving out of the big
brownstone, I’d been happier than I’ve ever been.

I stared at my reflection. I’d have to put it on a charge card. Is it
worth it?
It had been a long time since I bought myself something new and I
looked good in it. That settled it. Fuck the price. It was indeed worth it.
I changed quickly, and looked for the saleslady.

My car was still down the street where I left it. I’d heard that car
thieves preferred old Toyotas for parts, but even they weren’t
interested in my 2009 Corolla. Maybe the leaking fluid puddling under it
warned them off. Shit. I wondered if I should continue to fix it or if it
was time to ditch it. I just hated to cut the cord. The car was paid for and
I couldn’t afford a new one.

I started it up and headed for home. I was a panicker, so when the car
started shaking and vibrating, I freaked out. At least it didn’t die
until I pulled in front of my apartment building.

Shit, shit, shit. I should have said no to the dress and canceled my date.
All that money could have paid for car repairs. Those times when I doubted
my decisions I would go to Kate for a second opinion.

Kate was my bf, my confidant, and my partner in crime. She was a voice of
reason in my chaotic life. She was older than me and whip smart. Oddly
enough I’d met her because of my father. Well, indirectly. Kate was a
secretary in the mayor’s office. Two years ago, we met at a boring
political function. All night we laughed at the pompous civil servants and
public employees walking around with sticks up their asses. Including my
father. Turned out that, despite our age gap, we had a lot in common,
starting with the same sense of humor. We both liked good books and Sex in
the City
, and we could talk about anything and everything. Even when we
haven’t spoken in a while, we could just pick up right where we left
off.

Best of all, Kate didn’t judge me. Being older, she’d already
been through the same things I was going through now. If two people were
compatible then why not be friends, because age is just a number. At
twenty-one I’ve already met so many assholes that I was super picky
about friends and lovers. I didn’t have many of either because I
believed in quality over quantity.

Kate picked up after several rings. “Hi, girlfriend. Getting ready
for your big night?”

“I don’t know. My car died. I’m thinking I should
cancel.”

“Do you want to cancel?”

“I’m torn. I already bought a dress, but I could return
it.”

“Go for it, girl. Do you want to end up like me? Thirty-fucking-five
on my next birthday and still single. Fear of forty is a real thing. Call
him back and ask him to pick you up.”

“I can’t do that. He might be a serial killer. The whole idea
was to meet in a public place.”

“But weren’t you fixed up by someone you know?”

“Yeah, my mechanic. He said he might be shooting himself in the foot
because his friend is a mechanic, too, but he’s willing to lose my
business if I like his buddy.”

There was a long silence.

“Kate? You still there?”

“Yeah. Just thinking. And I think you should keep the date. You might
miss out on something good. Just keep me on speed dial, in case your plans
change again, or you need me to rescue you. I’ll be home all
night.”

“Kate, you’re the best.”

I felt so much better. Kate was right as usual. I really needed a night out
and knowing she was a phone call away made me feel safer. I called Aaron and
he immediately offered to pick me up. So far, so good. Please God,
don’t let him be an asshole.

 

About the Author

Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her
nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and
pencil.

Some things never change.

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Poetic Reflections on the One Who Saved Me

 

Faith-Based, Inspirational Poetry

Date Published: 08-11-2024

Publisher: God Manifest Publishing

 

 

TRIFOLD MIRROR is a collection of personal, insightful poems that reflect
on the intentionality and individuality of the author’s relationship with
God. The poems apply biblical principles, which help demystify the
complexities of Christian doctrines and empower readers to study the Word of
God for themselves.

This contemporary collection is inspired by the Holy Spirit and addresses
different life stages (as seen in the “hood” section – which
features dark pages in the book). Each poem has its own personality,
emotion, teaching, and Bible verse to reinforce the poem.

About the Author

Chidiebere Eze

Dr. Eze is a writer with a passion for storytelling, traveling, and
providing need-based scholarships to African students. She holds a doctorate
in Pharmacy, a certificate in Entrepreneurship and Innovation, and a
bachelor’s in Biomedical Sciences. She is excited about her debut poetry
collection and can’t wait to share it with you!

 

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