 My snippet this week is from Scintilla.  One minute, Brandon was connected to Raul and in the next their connection was violently shattered. He was left floundering without Raul as an anchor and guide on his journey deep into the digital world. The air crackled with electricity and the odor of singed flesh and hair hit Brandon as he struggled to resurface. The room was doused in a heavy blanket of fog that pulsated in sickening waves. Bile burned a path up his esophagus. He shuddered and fought to push it down as he was dragged away from the computer tower. A thin arch of blue power stretched between his finger and the machine before it broke and snapped into him. Find many more snippets in the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group. Scintilla is available in eBook, paperback and through Kindle Unlimited.
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Book Title: Happy Holidays! The Charlie Barnes Experience, Volume 1 Author: C.R. Barnes Publisher: Beach Book Press Release Date: July 11, 2024 Genre: Humor/Satire with M/M romance Tropes: Fake relationship, Lovers to enemies Themes: Irreverent Humor, Friendship, Loyalty, Moral Ambiguity, Writer’s Block Heat Rating: 2 flames (the main characters do have sex a few times but there are no graphic descriptions) Length: 54 000 words/167 pages It is a standalone story and does not end on a cliffhanger. Buy Links Amazon US | Amazon UK | Universal Link Available anywhere books are sold, as well as digital library services. 
How I Went from Failed Writer to Drug Mule, and Back, Without Really Trying Blurb After a shocking event on Halloween night, Charlie Barnes is back in the news for all the wrong reasons. On the bright side, he meets handsome cop Luke. Luke of the blue eyes, perfect nose, beautiful butt cheeks, and, unbeknownst to Charlie, ulterior motives. Even bad publicity can be good for book sales, according to Charlie's publisher, who promptly moves up the deadline for his next book. A book he hasn't started due to a crushing case of writer's block. Or perhaps he's just lazy, it’s hard to tell with Charlie. He's got a month to write his next book, decide if Luke is for real, and figure out what to do about the suitcase full of drugs he abandoned at the airport. The pressure is on and the ride is about to get bumpy. Excerpt Lying on a beach, soaking in warm summer sun and cool ocean breezes. It’s heaven, until a wave rolls in and crashes on top of me. Next thing you know, I’m gasping for air and choking on my own bath water. Not dreaming anymore. Or am I? Is Detective-Too-Good-To-Be-True in my kitchen? Did he draw this bath, light these candles, and leave me in peace long enough for me to drown in my tub? A gentle knock on the door. He must have heard me doing the breaststroke. Before I say come in, he comes in. Not dreaming, not this part. “You doin’ okay in here?” He asks with such sweetness I feel guilty for thinking it’s too much. But it is. We’ll work on this later. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Seeing how much water I can get on the floor before the tub falls through it.” “Might not sit well with the neighbor.” “He’s a bitch. Always complaining about how loud I walk. Fuck him.” I toss my hands in the air and give him my best ‘who gives damn’ face and end this part of the conversation with “If he wanted quiet, he should have bought the penthouse.” “Since when is the fifth floor of anything the penthouse?” Not sweet. This is better. “If it’s on the top, it’s the penthouse. Prove me wrong.” “I’d rather feed you.” He hands me a towel. He doesn’t leave. A dare. I take the dare. I stand up, hang the towel over a hook, and grab my shower handle thing, what is it called? Shower handle, maybe? Whatever it is, I spray myself down, sending water everywhere. He gets wet and starts laughing. As God is my witness, his buttons will be pushed. He can’t take everything in stride. When I step out of the tub the room spins. He grabs me by the shoulders and guides my butt onto the toilet, which, thankfully is closed and does not have a candle on it. “Sit still,” he commands. What? He takes the towel and starts drying me off. I know where this is going, at least for me. I have to stop this. I don’t want to stop this. But I have to. We can’t have sex, there’s lasagna to be eaten. Lasagna is better than sex. But if you’re going to have sex, having it before eating lasagna is better than after. We are not having sex. Not tonight. And when we do, I won’t talk about and I certainly won’t write about it. I might mention it, I might even brag, but there won’t be any details. This is neither porn nor erotica. Some things have to be private. “I can handle it from here.” Disappointment flashes across his face. It didn’t last long, but it was there. Good. He puts a hand on my cheek. His hand is warm, and soft, and big. He kisses me on my damp forehead and says “Then hurry up, I’m hungry.” Laughing hurts my ribs and makes me stop. Then he laughs at me, which makes me laugh again. It’s a hot mess of pain and happiness and arousal, and all sorts of other things running around inside my body and banging around my brain. Yes, yes, yes, a million times yes. This is the man for me. “Get out before you kill me.” He pulls the towel over my head and walks out, still laughing. Quick as I can, I get dry, get dressed, and meet him at the table. There’s a salad, the aforementioned lasagna, a bottle of wine, flowers, and candles. He must have gone shopping because none of this stuff came from my pantry. I’m not even sure I have a pantry. He pours the wine, lifts his glass, waits for me to lift mine and says, “Welcome home Charlie.” I pull my glass back “You said that already. Come up with something new.” “Geez, Charlie,” he pretends to be annoyed. He’s not annoyed. He’s challenged and he likes it. “Here’s to not dying in a Dorothy costume in the parking lot of a seasonally gay nightclub.” That’s more like it. About the Author C.R. "Charlie" Barnes studied literature and journalism in college and went to work for a global news organization immediately after graduation. During his time there, the team won a pile of awards and Charlie was on his way to a low-paying, high-stress career in a business he didn’t love. He now spends his time writing fiction because the news was never good, and one thing Charlie likes is a good time. Or at least not a bad time. Social Media Links Newsletter Sign-up | Pinterest 
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Book Title: A Taste of Danger: A Subparheroes book Author: Morgan Brice Publisher: Darkwind Press Cover Artist: Dianne Thies Release Date: September 5, 2024 Pairing: MM Tense/POV: third person, past tense, alternating POV. Genres: Romance, Mystery/suspense, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy Tropes: Superhero with minor psychic abilities, odd superhero employment agency, craft brewer, secret agent, shifters, supernatural mobsters, fish out of water, small town Themes: Learning to trust, balancing love and career Heat Rating: 4 flames Length: 65 000 words It is a standalone book and does end on a cliffhanger. It’s part of a multi-author, shared world series Subparheroes, and it also connects to my Fox Hollow series. Buy Links - Available in Kindle Unlimited 
An unlikely rookie superhero and a dog shifter beer enthusiast team up to stop a nefarious supernatural plot. Blurb Food reviewer Scott Dixon didn’t just lose his job—he started getting premonitions linked to random tastes, a new ability he’s not sure how to manage. When an interview lands him a position using his visions to help people and stop criminals, Scott finds himself chasing bootleggers who create beverages specially formulated to control people with psychic abilities. The trail leads to upstate New York, where he meets a sexy craft brewer who takes his breath away, but might be more than he appears, testing Scott’s trust. Excerpt “Ninety-nine, one hundred,” Scott Dixon counted out loud as he checked two more failed job applications off his spreadsheet. He sighed and took a drink of his now cold coffee. “Maybe one hundred and one is the charm.” Getting laid off from his job as a food reviewer for Taste of the Rainbow magazine, which specialized in reviewing LGBTQ-owned and friendly restaurants, was bad enough. Receiving the notice via text two weeks ago was doubly awful. Dear Scott-- We regret to inform you that due to declining advertising revenue, your position as a full-time food reviewer has been cut. You are free to re-apply to submit work-for-hire articles on an ad hoc basis at our freelance rate. Your keycard and network access have been deactivated. The contents of your desk and cubicle will be boxed and mailed to you. If you had personal items elsewhere, please let us know, and we will include them in the box. Please do not return to the office as you will not be permitted to enter. We wish you well in your new endeavors. Since Scott had been in charge of hiring freelancers, he knew how their rate compared to his salary. Even if I freelanced the whole damn magazine issue, it wouldn’t pay what I’ve been making. He muttered several extremely impolite descriptions of his former boss as he got up to refill his cup. “Text messaging toadie. ’Fraidy cat fucker. Anti-social asshole.” To add insult to injury, his car needed repairs, putting a dent in his emergency stash. The unexpected expense of buying a new shirt and jacket for in-person interviews drained his funds further, even though he had found them at a consignment store. Scott cut every subscription except his e-book and inventoried his cupboards and freezer for cheap meals so he could skip grocery shopping. Despite that, and even if he picked up some other freelance gigs to tide himself over, he couldn’t go more than a couple more weeks without a real job. Scott didn’t want to sleep in his car or beg friends to let him couch surf, but that possibility loomed large unless something showed up real soon. He had less than thirty dollars in his wallet, and there wasn’t enough left on his credit card to pay rent. A fast-food gig wouldn’t pay the rent, and it would eat up time I could use to job hunt. He hated the idea of pawning any of his gaming equipment—that was a last resort. His phone rang, and he didn’t recognize the number. “Hello?” “Scott Dixon? This is April from SPAM. We received your resume and are very impressed. I’m calling to offer you a full-time, salaried position with very generous health benefits and paid vacation. We’d like you to start immediately, and there’s a signing bonus to ease your relocation to Albany.” She named the salary and bonus. Scott nearly swooned at the amount, a hefty upgrade from his most recent salary. “SPAM?” Scott’s mind whirled, trying to remember if he had sent a resume to Hormel. Even if he hadn’t, he had heard good things, and the offer had everything he needed. “Albany? I mean, yes, thank you. Sure. I just need to pack. Thank you.” “How quickly can you come for orientation? We have a project we’d like you to head, and it needs someone to take over in a few weeks.” “I can be in Albany in two days, just need to wrap up some things here in Rochester.” Scott was still reeling from the sudden reversal of fortune. “Can you please send me something in writing?” he remembered to ask, wary because he had heard about hiring scams. “Of course,” April said. “I’ll have a confirmation letter out to you this afternoon. Congratulations, and welcome to SPAM.” Scott stared at his phone for a few minutes after April hung up. I have a job—and a raise. I’m moving to Albany. Holy shit—I’ve got a job! About the Author Morgan Brice is the romance pen name of bestselling author Gail Z. Martin. Morgan writes urban fantasy MM paranormal romance, with plenty of action, adventure and supernatural thrills to go with the happily ever after. Gail writes epic and urban fantasy, with less romance, more explosions. All of the modern-day Morgan Brice and Gail Z. Martin series crossover, so characters from one series appear in cameos and on page in important secondary roles in books from other series. Each book can be read as a standalone, but the more you read the more the expanded universe of friendships and connections becomes clear. Morgan and Gail believe that paranormal elements make any story even better, and her worlds are full of ghosts, psychics, shifters, creatures, vampires, monster hunters, and magic. She's also a huge fan of the TV show Supernatural. (Chibi art by Kamidiox) Author Links Website | Audible Profile | Amazon profile Facebook Group | Facebook Page Pinterest (for Morgan and Gail) | Twitter Sign up for my newsletter and never miss a new release Read a copy of my Badlands short story Restless Nights here for free 
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  A killer romance! Relationships aren’t in the cards for everyone and Vladimir ‘Val’ Mihalic figures in his case it’s for the best. When his best friend, Janelle, is seriously injured in a carjacking, putting her career as a jockey on hold, Val steps up to help her through the crisis. It's not long before Janelle’s estranged father shows up at Val’s front door and Val’s life takes a hard sideways turn. Wyatt Harig loves his daughter, but an estrangement was forced upon them. After her injury, he knows things have to be different and he’s the only one who can make that change. Arriving in Kentucky he finds Janelle and Val, a kindhearted, alluring man twenty years his junior, neck deep in an elaborate gambling scheme that’s led to murder. Val is a little happier than he should be when Wyatt stays and starts digging deeper for the truth about Janelle’s ‘accident’. As they uncover the events leading up to that fateful day, a solid friendship, and then more, blossoms between the men. Discovering the truth, which exposes conmen and murderers, puts their love and their lives, in jeopardy. New Authors to Discover!    
E.W. Doc Parris has a new sci-fi-horror book out, The WalrusTech Universe book two: The Aurora's Pale Light. Time is a motherf@#er. The rules that govern time machines are strict and the penalties for violations are severe…and unpredictable. For example: History will record that the end of human civilization will occur in a little over six years. History will record that a demonic virus will spread across the globe and wipe out over six billion lives. And history will record that John Arthur Banks, decorated war hero, died just over two weeks ago in a California wildfire. Forensics confirmed it. The DNA scraped from the burnt corpse matched his. The Governor of California and members of the Joint Chiefs of Staff attended his funeral. It made all the news streams. And yet… John Banks is alive, thanks to a little help from an old army buddy in the future—with a time machine. John’s cheated history, cheated time, and cheated death. That’s the upside. The downside? He can’t return to his former life, he must hide his existence and his activities from the future, and it falls to him to prepare the world for the coming demon apocalypse. He can’t change time. The past his future friend observed, the devastation he caused with his time machine, the billions of lives lost—John can’t prevent any of it. Success is not an option. But he can prepare for the aftermath. John has six years to prepare for doomsday and he’s determined to cheat death one more time-this time on a global scale. Or failing that, he’ll have to lead the survivors out of Hell. There’s only one problem with that option. The Highway out of Hell is not on GPS. Warnings: Zombies, Torture, Wildfire, Racial Epithets, Gun Violence, Plane Crash About the Series: The pathway to the future is not a straight line. Humanity will make it to the stars, they’ll forge a galaxy-spanning civilization. But it will be a bumpy road getting from here to there. There will be downfalls and there will be breakthroughs. Wars will be fought and alliances negotiated. It won’t always be pretty and it won’t always be the heroic types that move the species forward. But the future is bright. And that comes down to the genius of one lovable, Buddha-like hardware developer with the unlikely name of Walrus. He sees order in the chaos and beauty in the world underneath our world. Because of his unique perspective, his discoveries put us on that path. The WalrusTech Universe is the long epic of how one special mind can change the universe. Want to see something cool? Universal Buy LinkAuthor Bio AUTHORBIO E.W. Doc Parris is the bestselling author of "The Dent in the Universe." An American writer known for matter-of-fact, hard science fiction grounded in the current scientific worldview, his stories are leavened with wit, and kindled by the warmth of human relationships. In addition to his centuries-spanning WalrusTech Reality series, Doc is currently working on his next novel, Land of Nod, an exploration of A.I., nanotech, and the human brain's neural network. He is a vociferous proponent for all things science fiction, the instigator of the #SecretSciFiNetwork on Mastodon and Bluesky, and a proud member of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers Association (SFWA). Born within the nation's capital beltway, Doc makes his home in the foothills of Virginia's Blue Ridge. A self-taught software developer and solutions architect, he's made a decent living over the years as a set designer, graphic designer, animator, 3D modeler, iOS developer, puppeteer, and educator. Author Website: https://www.ewdocparris.com Author Mastodon: https://writing.exchange/@ewdocparris Author Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ewdocparris/ Author Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/23276887.E_W_Doc_Parris Author Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/stores/E.-W.-Doc-Parris/author/B0BWV5Z71S 
 Emma was rushing from customer to customer, though there was no reason for it that Tom could see. The man would put his hand out, trying to stop her whenever she walked by. They would exchange a few words, and from the expression Emma wore, Tom guessed the words were not pleasant. “Archie. Emma’s brother. I didn’t know he was back in town,” Philip said quietly. “You don’t like him very much.” Philip shook his head. “He’s a year older than me. Archie started disappearing for months at a time not too long before the war. Sometimes he shows up with a wad of cash bigger than my fist, and the next time he don’t have shoes. Drives his mamma crazy. He’s got scars that look like they’re from bullets and says he fought in the war. I think he was bootlegging, robbing banks and trains. If you ask me, Archie ain’t nothin’ but trouble. And a coward to boot.” He sighed and leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. “I don’t want to talk about him. How did your first day at City Blue go?” Tom smiled. “It was good. I worked there in college, too.” It warmed him to know that Philip remembered the summer employment Tom had with the large print company in downtown Cleveland. He stiffened as Archie left his stool at the counter and walked to their table. “Well, howdy, Philip,” Archie said. Philip sighed heavily. “Archie. What do you want?” “I can’t come say hello?” He looked Tom up and down. “So this is the fella you fixed up with Emma’s friend?” Archie slid into the booth next to Tom, shoving him over. “But you forget your old buddy?” Tom put a smile on his face, reached across his chest, and offered his hand. “Tom Manning.” Archie ignored his hand and said, “I don’t ever remember seeing you around here before.” “My family has a farm down around Mansfield,” Tom explained. “I moved here after college for a job.” It was work being nice to this man, and Tom had only known him three minutes. “Oooh, fancy college boy,” Archie mocked. “Movin’ up in the world, eh, Philip?” “Nancy is a sweet girl. Emma too. I’m glad I met them. And Philip.” Tom pretended not to notice that Archie ignored his greeting or the way Philip looked as if he’d like to commit murder. “I bet you are,” Archie said with a smirk and leaned back in the booth, resting both arms along the back. “How’d you two get to be friends? Don’t seem like you two woulda had much in common.” A Barlow Lens is available in eBook, paperback and through KoboPlus.     My snippet this week is from Whiskey and Moonshine.  They stepped out the door, and Colt buttoned up his suit jacket. The sidewalk was wide, and there were quite a few people walking around the area. Someone—a guy who made the hair on the back of Colt’s neck stand up—cut in front of Mal. Mal was forced to sidestep around the guy, a move that also separated him from Colt. Another guy grabbed Colt’s arm. “Hey, I know you.” A chill ran through Colt; he knew that voice. “No, I n-never met—” He was in the middle of the sidewalk with people walking by, but all alone. “Yeah,” The guy got his face right into Colt’s and sneered. “You have.” Mal twisted around, got into position behind the guy, and barked, “Hey!” One of the private security guys dodged around the other man and was at Colt’s side. Mal pulled the guy away from Colt, forcing him to let go of Colt’s arm, then stepped between them. He turned to the side, fists bunched. His presence and ability to project an intimidating stance sent a sense of security coursing through Colt. There are more snippets in the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group! Whiskey and Moonshine is available in eBook, paperback, audio and though Kindle Unlimited.  
Sean Ian O'Meidhir & Connal Braginsky have a new MM paranormal book out, Darklight book three: Entwined. And there's a giveaway. After learning his mother is alive, Cameron, a telepath, travels across the country to find her, accompanied by Nathen, his neurodiverse vampire lover, and Syn, his best friend and sister of the heart. Once there, they find she is involved in a much larger war of her own and has been trying to keep him out of harm’s way for years. In their quest to help her, they make enemies, of course, but they also find several new allies. And when they are swept up in fae politics and looming war, the result is an entire paradigm shift that will have far-reaching effects on all their lives forever. Warnings: Trauma, death violence, sex assault, miscarriage, HFN, depression, grief Universal Buy Link | GoodreadsGiveaway Sean and Connal are giving away a $25 Amazon gift card with this tour: Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b60e8d47315/ Excerpt
Then Nathen sensed it before he was there. A man standing casually against the railing. Not a man. A vampire. He could see the blood flow like an electrical current through him, so very different than humans or even mages. His tall frame was silhouetted against the city backdrop so he could not quite make out his features except for the piercing luminescent blue eyes that bore into him. He wore a T-shirt, the pattern of which Nathen couldn’t make out, and leather pants that may have been painted on. His biker boots with silver buckles were distracting to Nathen for a moment as one was poised across the other, tip to the ground. He leaned on his elbows, which rested on the railing behind him as if the man didn’t have a care in the world. Nathen interrupted Cameron from his midway point into unconscious sleep. “Babe, don’t freak out, and stay still. There’s another vampire in the room. I’m going to see what’s up. Pretend you’re sleeping in case he does something bad. That way maybe you can surprise him.” Nathen kept a mental hand on Cameron, trying to keep him calm though he saw the spike of adrenaline through Cameron, blood activating and moving through him quickly, swept with fear and concern. Cameron said, “Gorgeous, no! How am I supposed to surprise him?” He could see Cameron’s mind working through various scenarios, though he complied with Nathen’s request and didn’t make a move to get up Nathen turned his attention to the vampire. “May I help you, sir? It is awfully late…or early. Whom do I have the pleasure of meeting? My name is Nathen.” “Nice show.” The man’s velvety voice had a smile to it. “Caught the end. You boys interested in an encore with a new actor? It’s Augustus, or just August, by the way.” He made no move from his position, as if he were a marble statue. Looking closer, Nathen could make out the pronounced bulge tightening August’s pants. Nathen drew a blank on how he was supposed to act in this situation. He’d never experienced anything like this, so had no script to follow. Morally this was a gray area, not wrong, but not usual either. He had never had a threesome, and that could be interesting, especially with two vampires. Though it could be too much for Cameron. Would Nathen feel the same way being bitten by another vampire as Cameron did? His mind was going through many probabilities trying to pick one choice. All he could manage to say was “Um…” Feeling incredibly exposed, Cameron opened his eyes and pulled the blanket over him and Nathen. “Hey,” he managed, his fair skin mottled with embarrassment. Nathen could tell his thoughts were along the same lines of surprise and confusion which dripped with interest when he saw August. He could also feel Cameron delving into his desires, trying to read his preferences and though he knew Cameron preferred monogamy, the thought of being with both of them tickled through Cameron, alighting his already spent core. “Hey yourself,” August said. “You probably need a minute to recover…for that was—” He traced his tongue over his extended fangs and lips before finishing. “—delicious. Was it you who had affected all the humans in the area? It had to be. I haven’t met a thaumaturge in town for quite a while.” “I…” Cameron’s mind scrambled. “I’ll tell you what, gentlemen. Why don’t Nathen and I give you some of our blood to help you recover faster? Then we can all have a little fun?” August asked. Author Bio Connal Braginsky is a software engineer who lives in San Diego, California. Diagnosed with autism, Connal sometimes struggles in social situations, but has an inner world that is always incredibly rich. With an insatiable thirst for knowledge about many esoteric things, Connal brings his personal philosophies and interests to writing. Sean Ian O’Meidhir is a psychologist who lives in San Francisco, California. Sean is a hedonist who believes in living for today, living every day to the fullest, and enjoying as many experiences as possible. They have been gaming since adolescence and have written about and played hundreds of lives, reveling in the chance to take on new personalities, dramas, even disorders. Author Website: http://www.dreamersworkshop.com/ Author Facebook (Personal): https://www.facebook.com/seanian.omeidhir/ Author Facebook (Author Page): https://www.facebook.com/groups/439462953480874/ Author Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/19211564.Sean_Ian_O_Meidhir Author Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/stores/Sean-Ian-OMeidhir/author/B07T6LTSQ2?ref=ap_rdr&isDramIntegrated=true&shoppingPortalEnabled=true
 Drunk on love. Sale price good on English edition only. Now in Audio! Like a well-aged whiskey, master distiller and old-money entrepreneur Malone Kensington is elegant and refined. Unfortunately he’s also a perfectionist who is more dedicated to the success of his generations-old company than his own love life. That company needs a public spokesman. What Colton Hale lacks in sophistication, he more than makes up for with the charisma that’s allowed him to survive on the street from a young age and charm his way into the lucrative—if overwhelming—public position at the Kensington Distillery. When Mal takes Colt under his wing, hoping to polish off his rough edges, opposites attract and a passionate romance blossoms despite the differences in age and background. But can it survive a Kensington Board of Directors who believe Colt is nothing but a gold digger and a kidnapper determined to profit from the love of Mal’s life—dead or alive? Discover a New Author    Forge nodded. The man’s arms and legs began to move in stiff, jerky motions. “What the—?” Ori exhaled. “It’s not unheard of for a recently deceased body to have muscle…tremors….” Lucas’s voice trailed off, while his eyes widened, and his spine stiffened. Declan pushed Lucas away and Forge leaped a full meter back, shoving Sophia and Blair away at the same time. The man’s eyes were rolled back, and he didn’t blink but he staggered to his feet, arms flinging side to side, his body twisting and jerking one way then another. “Th-there’s n-no such thing as z-z-zombies,” Lucas stammered. “We’ll debate that later,” Forge ground out. Kruger rushed by them and ran down the corridor. “Not helping,” Forge growled. “Keep him surrounded,” Kai shouted. He drew his Taser and fired. The only thing that accomplished was to agitate the man even further. Kai heard no heartbeat, yet there was noise, odd unfamiliar noise, coming from the body. The man’s jaws snapped, and he tried to turn around but fell over. His arms and legs continued their sideways, uneven movements. He got to his hands and knees and began scrambling toward Porter and Ori who stood near each other. “He is dead.” Blair turned to Lucas. Kai heard Kruger shouting, his voice coming from where they’d set up a command post in the library. Holding an axe, Kruger ran at them. They scattered, which caused the dead man’s body to scuttle toward Kruger. Kruger morphed so he was more werewolf than human and swung the axe in an arc, bringing the blade down on the man’s neck. “Everybody get back!” Lucas shouted and threw one arm over his face. The head separated and rolled one way, the body immediately dropped flat, arms and legs sprawled out at odd angles. There should have been a massive blood spray. Yet there was none. Kai didn’t detect even a hint of released urine or feces, which also should have happened and in enough quantity to be noticed even by humans. All that happened was a small puddle of pale yellowish mucous like gelatinous substance dribbled from the man’s neck. Endosymbiont is available in eBook and through Kindle Unlimited.    |
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