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Skye Blue was a mistake, in her family's eyes, but they came to love and even respect her as a half-sister. But they did not understand what made her tick. She had secrets, big ones. And then, in a complete surprise, she found she was far more than she thought! Far more deadly, very adept and turning the minds of men to her thinking, and she did it without much effort. Sooner or later, she must discover how this could happen. And why her sisters were oddly not surprised. In fact, the concept of home, so alien for so long, became the goal. If she could find home, she might find peace. That ...

There was a Blackfoot so important that it boggles the mind to have him buried in obscurity, lost among the wild tales of success and triumph, regardless of how inaccurate. A non-violet leader, a damned good warrior, and not afraid to kill, if he had to. But he was one of the very few who saw the futility of war against the white man. They tried to kill him, to wipe his People from the face of the earth, but he stood resolute and prevailed. And so, the Blackfoot remain unto this day. Fun to research, fun to write, but the truth herein may be stretched, too. Fodder for #TheStoryteller, right?

Leo is a drifter, a man looking for opportunity. Always. He has a fascinating background, but not exactly the salt of the earth. Ducking the law, traveling the desert, he stumbles onto a town war, where one side or the other wants control of the silver mines. Ugly, black silver. Or is it? Leo sees opportunity, all right. Whoever is the last man or the last woman left in town, owns it all. Will it be him? Maybe one of the professional gunslingers? No one can tell until the last battle is fought. And it runs for better than ten years! Adventure and romance, the heart of any good story. Enjoy!...

He had no idea who he was or where he came from. A cryptic note to himself from before the accident gave him clues. It might have been God who gave him a chance to rescue the woman who would stand beside him, help him, and yes, she could shoot, too. A blessing in the New Mexico desert where Mexican bandits, outlaws and Apache roamed free. The Sugaro Cactus, what he called the Bandit Cactus, stood in silent sentry over his clues, over his life, and eventually over his wealth.A strong, silent observer, a key to his destiny, the Bandit Cactus would tie all of this together, though Codger and ...

Captain Avery Wilcox of the New Orleans PD, has a tough road ahead of her. Perfectly honest, faced with those who are not only criminals, but clever enough to mask themselves or even hide under the umbrella of the Chicago Mob. Leave one tiny slip up, a random error, and all hell breaks loose. Now, of course, not many people believe in the mob, but she will set them straight. A strong woman, backed by a talented man, she will make a difference, even if it kills her. But then, that is damned hard to do. Hold on to your hat, it is daring ride. Enjoy. #TheStoryteller

Miranda Hope was raised at her daddy's knee, learning poker from the ground up. When most girls were playing with dolls and hoping for boyfriends, she was learning how to detect a short deck, how to set one and how to slip or bottom deal. Her daddy did not want her to cheat, he wanted her to know how it's done, because the gift he gave her would make her rich, but, if she failed, destroy her. With the sudden, violent death of her father, she is thrust out into the world, perhaps too soon, or maybe, just at the right time. Calling on reserves and instincts she did not even know she possesses...

The secrets of Nicaragua were kept hidden for decades. The first ruin discovered brought puzzlement with no agreement. It would take a pair of serious, curious explorers to make sense of it. Then, they get wind of something even more intriguing, and it is a long hike into nowhere to find it. If they can find it. And all this time, Volcano Row, only partly extinct, requires the same over-the-shoulder watch as if looking for bandits or Indio. Life is cheap in the mid-twentieth century, true for most explorers of that era.

Dissatisfied with the slow plodding investigative work of the police, Arnold Dirkson strikes out on his own to be proactive in crime stopping as a very dangerous PI in the WWII era. With the right friends, the love of a pretty writer, even the arrival of the FBI when he most needed them, he makes a difference. Whether the Fates or God, someone should reward him for his efforts, tilting at windmills. We wish him luck. He will need it. Enjoy! #TheStoryteller

I am a hard-nosed, experienced Detective First. I have solved some of the most viscious murders you can imagine. But something changed. Suddenly the recently dead reached out to me, handing me what I needed to solve cases. However, that is not easy. How do I explain that I discovered the name of the killer from a ghost? As if a key had turned, I loosened up, found the lover I was missing, and then, even more surprising, she soon had the same skill. Not sure how that happened, but we welcomed it. The trick was somehow masking that ability while benefitting with it. We got very good at it, ...

She would have gone on her own if she could have funded it, but then Dr. Zack Adilone stepped in to help out. As often happens when millions of dollars are at stake, be it artifacts or gold, weaknesses in men are brought to the fore. But Gabriela and Zack are a formidable team, and they have been in the trenches, killed even, yet this will be their greatest adventure, their most dangerous yet. Grab a pack, a pith helmet and explore forgotten temples...

The Mayans lived there for more that 2,000 years. Discovered in the sixteenth century by Spaniards, within a very short time span, they were gone. Moved? Disease? There are people who want to know. But now, the Copán River is erasing it! What pays for these field trips to such dangerous places is treasure. Lots of it. The noble mind will yearn for the answers, but gold calls to every heart. Anna Marie Requelle and James Kilroy find they are soon caught up in the temple searches, but they are well-trained archaeologists, too. No gold, no funding. It must balance. However, the place is ...

It was just a rock. A pretty one, and it intrigued the Incas as a bauble, a trade item. It helped keep the Inca Empire afloat. The Spanish made the first recorded find back in 1600. It was still just a rock. And it subsided into the history ofthe western Amazon Basin for more than 300 years. However, it took a man of vision to see what really layinside that rock. Perhaps, therein, lies a story. Such legends, rumors, and sometimes successes, are the fodder for #TheStoryteller.

In 1946, Yale has only recently even allowed women into their graduate program. But not so the man's world of archaeology.The smartest, most determined Ph.D candidate the University has ever known, Savanna Calloway, is the point of the spear. If she fails, women in science fields everywhere may fail.In this early era of search and discovery, Mayan Temples are not easily found in the jungle. Now, those that must stop her will do so at all costs. Where else but deep in the Yucatan jungles, far from home? Love and that determination can pull her through as one of the most famous, early ...

It started as a better way to enhance the James Webb Space Telescope. A unit that looked the other way. It needed a team of people, and it needed a helpful AI system. Artificial Intelligence took over most of the work, but it did not rule out the need for human hands and minds. Then came a devastating discovery. A civilization of cyborgs, AI driven units in an expanding, circular wave, carefully harvesting only the warm planets like Earth, in a rapidly growing flat plane right toward Earth itself. It will take the combined minds of man and AI alike to stop the scourge, before it is too late...

Roland was a man out of place, a boy who had been pushed through the system, learning war, learning Christianity and learning to kill. Like most soldiers, he did not learn to hate. He followed orders just as soldiers do in this era. But he came from the thirteenth century, the sixth and seventh crusades. He did not hate the infidels, he simply did as he was told, and did it well. However, he bravely fought through Damietta as the Templar Knights, all of 290 strong in their frightening armor and massive horses, along with well over a 200,000 member strong Frankish army and calvary (French), ...

She hadn’t meant to see it. She did not want to remember it, and by God, she would as soon forget it… if she could. But, no one was going to believe her, either way. And there are those, unfortunately, who are compelled to be certain… Fortunately, when all other avenues fail within our government, there are those who step up from the shadows to provide the necessary security. Both are shocked. Brenda because her life is turned upside down, on the run, but with a man who could well define the ideal... if he wasn't so damned elusive. Jack, because of all those he babysat over the years ...

Before the Roman Emperor turned his focus to the east, the Arabic lands were a place of life, death, magic, and constant struggle to make ends meet. Or, meet your end. There were those who could help, either way. Sorcerers understood life, dismissed death as an inconvenience in those they lost, but they developed, over time, an uncanny skill to survive. And, already, there was a Church Order, not of Christianity, Muslim or anything recognizable who were determined to destroy the ‘evil’ Sorcerers. Of course, it helped that the Sorcerers were men, the Church Order all women hoping, or ...

A semi-fictional warning told in Police vignettes. In the wilderness, any hunter with any common sense knows the rule. If you do not represent a threat, the animals, even the predators, will leave you alone. If you must interface with them, you have to understand that they do not trust mankind and their hackles rise, forcing a violent confrontation. The hunter does not always win that fight. Now, replace the 'Hunter' with 'Police Officer' and the 'predators' are those people who do not have their civilized behavior as containment walls in place, so the animal is loose. But unfortunately, ...

He came home in one piece, a long damned war, in the blues, fighting the grays. It was over. But he had no idea what some would carry their fight well beyond the battlefield. Abe was a man who could take care of himself. Not necessarily those he loved. What he could do was pick up and try again, in spite of the odds. Now he was put to the test. Would it never end? He found good people from those he hardly understood, and, by God, he would answer that deliberate challenge. His way. Enjoy! #TheStoryteller

This is a tongue in cheek tale of a highly romantic but very illogical song written forty plus years ago, Seven Spanish Angels. Perhaps if we look over the players, one will go with God, and perhaps, one will not. But the song relays the wrong message. Tragic, but the west and Mexico were full of this dichotomy. Enjoy! #TheStoryteller