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Reinvention/Reincarnation. Those words describe Connie best. She has worked as a janitor, a waitress, a mower of lawns and house cleaner, a clerk, secretary, teacher, bookseller and (finally) an author. The last occupation is the best one, because she sees it as a labor of love and therefore no labor at all. Connie has lived in Oklahoma all her life, with brief forays into other states for visits. She and her husband have been married for more years than she prefers to tell and together they have one son. After earning an MFA in Film Production and Animation from the University of Oklahoma, Connie taught courses in those subjects for a few years before taking a job as a manager for Borders. When she left the company in 2007, she fully intended to find a desk job somewhere. She found the job. And the desk. At home, writing.

"Just because you've never seen it doesn't mean it can't exist," I pointed out. "You just haven't been in the right place or time before.""Being in the right place and time with Sirenali sounds crazy and scary as hell," Jayson breathed. "Why can't it be some of those short, friendly guys?""There are short, friendly guys, but they don't have any desire to invade somebody else's planet," I said, thinking of the Amterean Dwarves. The only thing they might want to invade was Earth's libraries and information systems. Information was more valuable than precious metals on Amterea."We're screwed," Jayson muttered. Opal stifled a snicker.* * *Earth has been invaded, and those who have made a difference throughout time are targeted. The enemy's goal? Change things in their favor. The General and his servants still have hopes of finding the Mighty, and luring at least one of them into a trap. Will Love, Strength and Wisdom survive, as they struggle to save those who are important to their cause? Only time will tell.

I rubbed my forehead, where the pale line showed from wearing the coronet. "People waiting on me and I have hat lines." Lissa expected her life as Queen of Le-Ath Veronis to run smoothly. At least for a little while. Reality has a way of intruding on even the most idyllic of circumstances. Complications arise in the form of creatures created by the Ra'Ak, who now seem bent on destroying the universe, one planet at a time. The former Ra'Ak and Elemaiya who were left on Kifirin are determined to rebel; vampires are clamoring for entertainment and other distractions, and family that Lissa never suspected she had show up-some of them in the most unexpected of ways. Lissa has to juggle all the difficulties in her life, all while dealing with the ugliest of betrayals.

"You think maybe Breanne is somewhere else, now, deciding whether it's worth it to come back?""It's possible," Ashe said, rubbing his forehead. He hadn't had a headache this bad in almost a decade. He'd had this one for four days."She may not want to stay here if she wakes up," Trajan sounded troubled."I know. Sometimes I want to kick my own ass over that.""I'll do it for you.""Look, you're still the better fighter, so no, thanks," Ashe held up a hand.* * *The rogue gods, sure that the Mighty Heart is dead, have stepped up their game.Bill, Hank and the others are concentrating on tracking a human known to have ties with the rogues-Vernon Clark.Vernon has manipulated many things in the past from his website. He was the first to claim that Breanne was a lie created by Rome Enterprises to destroy Joyce Christian's reputation after her death. He has many nefarious contacts, and not just with rogue gods and Sirenali.Hoping to get information and locations on the enemy from their quarry, Bill and his team travel to New Mexico, where Vernon Clark was last seen. Their search for the enemy then leads to other states, where things are beginning to heat up.Wildrif, the quarter-blood Elemaiyan seer, has become an unreliable source of information as he can't see past shields surrounding Bill's group, so Acrimus and Calhoun bring in another seer-one so dangerous even those who resurrect him fail to understand their peril.The God Wars continue.

Breanne's JournalEleven days. Eleven days it took, for me to become vampire. The beating had revived old nightmares and I only wished to die. I'd shaken my head and muttered "no" through lips so bloodied and swollen it was difficult to say the word. He'd asked me if I wanted to live. I said no. He asked me if I wanted to be strong and live forever. I said no again, with difficulty. "Wrong answer," he whispered and cut into my wrists.* * *In the beginning, the One created the Three. Only the One was more powerful than the Three. They were named Wisdom, Strength and Love. Those Three are more commonly known as the Mighty Mind, the Mighty Hand and the Mighty Heart.Others were made, then, with varying degrees of power, who served under the One and the Three. The worlds were made, both Light and Dark, and those worlds were populated with all manner of races and creatures.One day, the One and the Three discovered that a blight had infected their ranks. Some at many levels of power had banded together and turned against them, seeking to destroy what had been created. The Three were given the task of pursuing the rogues and finding a way to either turn them back to the light or eliminate them. The Three began to choose their armies carefully, as their duty was to seek out and right many wrongs in their pursuit of such pervasive evil.The God Wars have begun.

"To whom are you taking her?" Merrill asked, uncharacteristically curious. "Dragon," Griffin grinned. I stared at Griffin, my mouth surely open in surprise. Dragon? There was somebody named Dragon? That didn't sound promising. Who named their kid Dragon? Xenides has witnessed Lissa's talents first-hand and now he is desperate to find her. After all, under his compulsion, Lissa can topple governments and bring any race to its knees.

Quin: Finder, healer, student, teacher, lover, pirate- BlackWing "My life in Gungl began a moon-turn later, when I was finally able to pull myself out of bed without crushing grief slamming into me and causing me to collapse. The following day, my plan for revenge against Vardil Cayetes, the man responsible for Siriaa's destruction, began." * * *Siriaa has been destroyed at the command of an enraged criminal. The poison infecting that planet has been flung into the universe, landing upon hapless worlds in its path. The Orb has dropped Quin onto another world five years in the future, where she is compelled to seek revenge against Vardil Cayetes, the one responsible for Siriaa's destruction. From a crumbling, lawless world to one held in the tight fists of a criminal alliance, a disguised Quin searches for her enemy, whose only concern is keeping his life, no matter the cost to others. Quin and another innocent become targets when the enemy learns of the danger they represent. Will Cayetes succeed in his assassination attempts? Not even the gods can predict the outcome.

"LexsiTears of flame dripped down my cheeks--tears for Kory and me. The fire net burned my hands whenever I touched it, but I couldn't let it harm him any more than it already had. Kory's wings, with burn-holes between ribs, beat to help me get the net off him.Kory screamed as the net sunk farther into sections of his back--it was designed to burn flesh until it had completely passed through its victim. I shook my hands to rid myself of the wad of net I held and reached for the part that was burning Kory so badly."Lexsi:1. Who is behind the plot to kill us?2. What do they want?3. Where are they?4. Why me?My to-do list is overwhelming...Kordevik:1. How can I keep my Thifilathi in line, when it wants Lexsi now?2. How do I keep the werewolves, shifters, vampires and humans around me behaving in a civil manner toward each other?3. How can I protect Lexsi and the others, when the enemy wants to destroy all of us?4. How did I get myself into this mess?A Demon's Work is Never Done...

A full moon hung over the Mississippi's dark waters, meaning this was the time for hunters to arrive and take whatever they could capture. A device would be clamped to the backs of our necks and we'd never be able to shift back to human again. It was how they justified their enslavement of us; that we were only animals instead of sentient humans.The Krelk had killed more than two-thirds of the human population, too, but they made the excuse that they'd thought them animal as well, until their High Council, wherever that was, decided otherwise.When I heard the first yelp, even underground, I couldn't breathe. Was that a shifter? Few shifters could take on a Krelk and their weapons and either survive or avoid being stunned. That's how we were captured-frozen and only barely able to breathe while we were caged, tagged and hauled away from the buffer zone.Another yelp-followed quickly by a third. This was no shifter-the Krelk were the ones screaming. Terrified but still curious, I dipped into the watery entrance and slowly made my way out of my cave to peek at the river bank above my head.A dead Krelk dropped into the water nearby, making me jump and squeak in terror."An otter?" Someone leaned down to look at me.Not a Krelk-I knew their scent. This-I'd never scented someone like this before. I scrabbled backward, afraid of this newcomer, too, even if he did appear humanoid."Don't be afraid-I killed all of them."I backed all the way into the water and scrambled to swim to my cave before he could grab me. Once there, I refused to come out."I understand," he said, loud enough that I could still hear him. "Be safe. I'll patrol farther down, tonight."I listened, my heart beating so rapidly I feared it would burst while his footsteps, light as they were, faded as he walked southward.He'd killed six Krelk, and I'd never heard one of their weapons fire. Who could do that?Earth wasn't alone it its suffering. We were just another planet in a large group of suffering worlds, and help was either non-existent or difficult to come by.There'd be no Marines landing here to save us; that hope had died years ago. What we had was a handful of people with unusual talents, helping a few of us stay alive against impossible odds.--Clare Coquina

Zaria "There's a slight problem," Teeg San Gerxon announced as he appeared next to Rylend."What's that?" Vik asked.I already knew from reading it in Teeg's face. Irina's body had been found; I recognized her image in Teeg. He still didn't know her identity, but testing on her body revealed that she died of radiation poisoning, and that she was originally from Old Earth.* * *After his escape from Earth in the past, D'slay appears in the Reth Alliance-in the future.Zaria can only follow D'slay's trail of crimes; something-or someone-prevents her from finding him.Is D'slay the real villain, or is he only a distraction for other, more sinister plans?When it becomes apparent that important hub worlds are in danger, Lissa, Reah, Zaria and many others must form a Blood Alliance to combat the coming chaos.Will their efforts prove effective, or has the plot against them been laid too well?

A vampire, a werewolf and a Larentii walk into a bar... Lissa, Winkler, Zaria and Breanne are forced into the past to protect the timeline from rogue gods. What seems a simple task at first turns far more sinister and deadly, when the rogues' true goals are discovered. The rogues' objective? To reverse the outcome of the God Wars in their favor...

From Falchan to Earth to the heavens and places in between, join Devin, Dragon, Conner and others as they travel through this collection of short stories.

The Metal Library has relocated itself. Morgett Blackmantle, a powerful Ra'Ak, is seeking its new location. A scholar is hired to research potential hiding places for the library. When the scholar is killed for the information he holds, Kory, Lexsi and the scholar's son are drawn into the search for Morgett and his allies. These three, along with their friends, have to prevent Morgett from bringing death and chaos to Australia, while leaving the timeline intact and undisturbed. For committing terrible murders, Morgett has no idea that his demise may be A Demon's Due...

The text message read:Call me in two minutes, Warren, or you'll be dead in three. - MSix months after successfully out-maneuvering the Malefactor, private investigator Ren Gifford is sucked back into M's vortex of evil manipulation. Despite the Malefactor's promise to leave Ren and company alone, he ultimately refuses to accept defeat. As a result, Ren and Terry, with Russ, Alex and Glen, find themselves in another battle of wits to survive.M coerces former accomplices, including Warren Millpond, to assist in his quest to destroy Ren. With vast wealth and resources at his command, M believes he is invincible. Ren, however, is not without resources of his own. New friendships spring from old, and Ren finds support in powerful new allies.The battle for survival has begun.Revenge is a dish best served cold -but who will be the victor to set the table?

Lissa's life as a vampire begins on the day her husband is removed from life support. Turned by rogues who wager her life, Lissa is running from her maker who is determined to kill her, hunted by the Council, who has branded her a rogue and blackmailed by werewolves, who utilize her newly-developed talents for their own gain.

Saxom is dead. The vampires know this. Anthony Hancock, Director of the Joint NSA/Homeland Security Department, knows it as well. Tony and the vampires are now on the hunt for Saxom's brood, all of whom are determined to avenge their sire's death. Neither Tony nor the vampires are aware of the other's efforts to search out these rogues, who may number in the hundreds at the very least. Tony holds information the vampires don't-he knows that Xenides, Saxom's eldest vampire child, has allied with terrorists (both foreign and domestic). Tony also neglects to provide vital information to Wlodek when he requests Lissa's help.While struggling to recover from a near-fatal bout with the sun, Lissa fails to understand why Wlodek willingly sends her away on assignment so quickly. With very little information provided to her, Lissa is forced to face an enemy more deadly than anyone can imagine and unravel a plot that could kill millions.

Sherra We belong to the King--those of us with the black roses tattooed on our left wrist, directly over our pulse. As if every beat of our hearts reminds us that we are not our own. All the women with the fire burning within them are culled, tattooed and taken to the warriors, to provide more energy; energy that the warriors would then use to defeat the barbarians from the ocean of sand. In the King's library, The Book of the Rose says to honor the tattooed women. More than anything, I want to spit on its pages. As for running--there is one thing worse than having a black rose on your wrist. That is for the enemy to find you and see the black rose tattooed there. Your death will be slow and excruciating at their hands...

Rock smashes ice. Fire melts rock. Water quenches fire. Ice freezes water. -The elemental demon version of rock, paper, scissors. Cassie King-Worth: A rushed marriage, a forced trip back to an Alabama law school and the wakening of a terrible race long thought dead meant my first days as a married elemental demon were full and terrifying. Tossing in the werewolf Grand Master, the General for the Earth Sprite King and murderous family members means I have the makings of a new, Mystic War on my hands. Now, to convince my Chancellor husband that something needs to be done...

Crown Prince Thorn: I felt defeated. Helpless. If Sherra were alive, why didn't she mindspeak to tell me so? Every day, I floundered against that notion-that if she were alive, she'd have contacted me by now. "Don't give up, Thorn," Hunter said softly. "We don't know everything there is to know." "Hunter, every day reminds me of how little we actually do know." * * * Sherra has not returned to the King. Seven months have passed and Kaakos, Ny-nes' leader, is rebuilding his army. His plan is to unleash an onslaught against Az-ca-in retaliation for the destruction of his troops and weapons. In Az-ca, the King's health is failing, the enemy is on the march and Merrin and his rogues have forged an alliance with enemy infiltrators. Will the Crown Prince be forced to deal with attacks from both sides, without Sherra's help? Will Az-ca survive if Sherra is dead, as so many believe?