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In Book 2, Resolving the Future, Declan discovers the secret to his parallel Earth visits …. and it’s not good.

This other parallel Earth lies within a time dilation field which severs his and Rose’s connection to their world. Another way to get back must be found. He discovers why his company’s Board sanctions his trips to parallel Earths and this discovery not only puts his life and that of Rose in danger, but basically everyone he has worked with at his company.

Once he and Rose return to their Earth, all has changed. Only his robot friend, Lyle, has remained unchanged. The AI he created and who sent him on his off-world mission is now in control of the company, has his boss and the Board under its sway, has no knowledge of his unsanctioned mission, and now considers Declan enemy number one. Declan now has to convince a company blinded by greed that they’ve created humanity’s executioner— and do that before there’s no future left to fight for.╰┈➤ Book Details: Genre: Christian Science Fiction Sub-genre: Biblical Fiction Language: English Pages: 304 Paperback ISBN: ‎979-8992197150

The Parallel Universe Saga (including Retrieving the Future Book 1 & Resolving the Future Book 2) is available at Amazon and the author’s website.First Chapter:

New Earth, New Journey

Things looked recognizably similar, but Declan knew they were not. He and his girlfriend Rose were on Earth—just not their Earth. While their transport had proven successful, Declan had serious reservations as to the probability of success of this new mission. Yet he had to put on a brave face for Rose. She was already completely on edge about being here.

Back on their Earth, Declan and Rose were employed by Icarus Technologies, where Declan had worked for several years undergoing off-world missions on parallel Earths to collect advanced technology at the request of the company’s Board of Directors. Each mission had been highly praised by the Board and had won him huge bonuses for his efforts.

His last mission, however, proved troublesome in so many ways.

Declan and Rose had just now arrived on yet another new Earth. Declan untucked from the ball he had curled into to facilitate the narrow transport window needed to follow just behind Rose to this new Earth. Rose extended her hand to him. He took it and rose to his feet, standing next to her.

“You okay?” she asked.

Declan nodded as he looked around. They seemed to be in an alleyway, similar to where he entered the previous parallel Earth he had been sent to, a mission in which he retrieved advanced artificial intelligence technology.

Rose had a hesitant look, as if she regretted being here. “You think Anthoni and Lyle will be fine back on our Earth?” she asked.

“Oh, I’m sure they will be,” Declan said in as confident a manner as he could muster. Internally, however, he was not completely convinced of this. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and rubbed her upper arm. “Let’s just concentrate on our mission here for now.”

She gave a nod, but it wasn’t a convincing one.

On his last mission, Declan had traveled to a parallel Earth collecting plans for an advanced artificial intelligence platform, and he had used that knowledge to transform a rudimentary AI, named Anthoni, that his coworker George had initially programmed. Declan led the work team to turn Anthoni into a realistic-looking humanoid robot with various capabilities—a prototype for Icarus Technologies to use and build units for almost every household. Surely this would turn into huge profits for the company.

Yet, for some reason, one which Declan had yet to understand, the Board suddenly turned against the project.

Why did the Board have this change of heart? Declan had no idea. At first he chalked it up to jealousy as George had overseen the AI project until Declan returned with the plans and knowledge, information which seriously upgraded what George had done for Anthoni. The Board put Declan in charge of making Anthoni mobile by giving him his own lab and a team in the Design Department to create this humanoid-looking robot. Declan had tried to keep George in the loop of all his efforts, but for some unknown reason, George had all but turned against him and his efforts and tried to block his progress at every turn.

To everyone’s surprise, Declan had brought someone named Lyle back with him from the parallel Earth he last visited. Only he and Rose knew Lyle was an advanced robot who appeared and acted extremely human, and who also had been instrumental in helping Declan design and build the body shell for the Anthoni AI. This new AI looked and acted even more human than Lyle. This now-mobile Anthoni had passed all expectations Declan had of how such an AI should function. Anthoni, in his new body, proved to be personable, looked extremely human, and had passed a socialization test Rose had developed to ensure it would integrate well with other humans.

Just a few days ago, Anthoni and Lyle had used their inner workings in company technology to discover that the Board was not just interested in getting new technology that could be developed and sold to the general population but was somehow also calculating . . . what level of technology would put their world on a path for a future they wanted to see happen. Declan had no idea what this was about, but Anthoni had told them, privately, that it may have something to do with how Scripture talked about the world’s future. Still, that made no sense to Declan. So he and Rose made a decision: to find out what the Board was up to, they decided to travel to another parallel Earth to attempt to find out what this potential supposed connection between their future and Scripture was all about. They were banking that newfound information would inform them of the Board’s motives.

Declan was afraid to leave Lyle behind because, if the Board wanted to decommission Anthoni, they could easily find out the true nature of Lyle as well. If the Board found out Lyle was also a humanoid robot, they might, at best, decommission him. At worst they might choose to dissect him to understand how he worked. Declan wanted to avoid that at all costs. Yet Lyle was insistent he had to remain behind to ensure Declan’s and Rose’s return in case something happened to Anthoni. So, in reality, their return to their own Earth was in the hands of two robots. If both Anthoni and Lyle were somehow decommissioned, it would likely mean he and Rose could never return.

Declan glanced at Rose. Did she understand all this? Most of it? He wasn’t sure, but she looked concerned enough without having to tell her they may have only a future here on this Earth—an Earth which now contained two of each of them. Fear suddenly gripped Declan. If caught, would they be able to convince anyone as to why, and how, they look exactly like the Declan and Rose on this Earth?

Maybe, Declan thought with a bit of a sickening feeling, he should have thought this through more carefully.

Once at the end of the alleyway, Declan stopped and looked up and down the street. It reminded him, at least somewhat, of the last parallel Earth he had visited. The more he thought about it, this place seemed a combination of his own Earth and that last parallel Earth he had been on. While the shops on this street seemed to have the same names and locations as those in his last parallel Earth visit, the cars did not hover, and there were traffic lights reminiscent of his own Earth.

Rose looked up and down the street and then glanced at Declan. “If I didn’t know better, I would assume we were still on our Earth. Just a different city.”

Declan nodded; truthfully, he had similar thoughts. The car designs were like those on their Earth, as were the clothes of those who passed by on the sidewalk.

“This place looks less advanced than the previous parallel Earth I was on, but the shops seem to have the same names,” Declan said.

Rose nodded as she continued to look in all directions. Suddenly, she pointed. “Isn’t that where Lyle worked on the other Earth?”

“It doesn’t look as modern, but it has the same name,” Declan said. He pulled slightly on her hand. “Come on. Let’s check it out.”

They waited for the crosswalk sign to cue them to walk, then headed to the other side of the street along with several other pedestrians. On the other parallel Earth, there were no crosswalks; traffic would automatically stop for pedestrians to cross. Things were definitely more manual here.

They walked to the shop Threads By Design and entered. Again, Declan stopped short once he entered. This was so different from the one on the parallel Earth he visited earlier. Here, there were several racks of clothes with a sitting area up front hosting several mirrors and fitting rooms. In the other boutique by the same name, there were no racks of clothes, and all fittings were done holographically.

“Well,” Declan said, glancing around, “this is certainly different.”

Rose patted his upper arm. “Don’t go comparing. Otherwise, you’ll just be disappointed.”

“You’re probably right,” Declan said, then noticed a familiar face approaching the two of them.

The woman smiled and gave a slight nod. “Good day. I’m Tema. Is there anything I can help you with?”

Declan thought it uncanny how similar this woman looked to the Tema he knew from the other parallel Earth. While cute, like her, she didn’t have the same classy flair as the other Tema.

Tema looked between the two of them with a questioning look. “Looking for anything in particular?”

Rose was likely waiting for Declan to respond, but he just kept staring at her; he couldn’t get over the similarity, and yet the differences.

Rose finally shook her head. “No, not really. We’re just looking around. Is that okay?”

“Oh, sure,” Tema said with a slight dismissive wave. “I’ll just have Lyle come and assist you. If you have specific requirements, he can direct you to what you’re looking for. If he can’t help you, just have him ask for me.”

“Thank you, Tema,” Rose said.

“Lyle?” Declan asked, coming out of his slight trance. “You have . . . Lyle here?”

Tema gave him a curious look. “We have several Lyle units.” She spoke into a device attached to her right shoulder. “Lyle-4 to the front of the store, please.” She smiled and said, “He’ll be right here. Let me know if you need anything else.” She turned and walked toward the front of the store to interact with another couple.

“I wonder what the Lyle here is like?” Declan asked, looking at Rose with raised eyebrows.

Rose touched his upper arm. “Like I said, Declan, don’t get your hopes up.” She gestured around her. “Just look at this place. How sophisticated could a Lyle unit here be?”

Declan heard a motorized sound approaching and turned.

“Can’t be,” he said.

“What?” Rose asked as she turned. Her eyes went wide. “Oh, my! Is that . . . Lyle?”

Something that looked like a blue oversized traffic cone with metal arms, for lack of a better word, extending on either side, and nobs along its length, approached. Its “face” was what looked like a computer tablet with animated eyes, nose, and mouth.

“Welcome to Threads by Design,” the unit said in a stilted, mechanical-sounding voice. “I am Lyle-4 at your service. Any clothes you like, just hang them on my arms for your convenience and comparison. How may I direct your selection?”

Declan was speechless. He knew a Lyle here likely would not be anything as sophisticated as his Lyle, but still . . . this was such a disappointment. He had no words. His mouth opened but no words came out. He simply turned and walked toward the store exit.

As he stepped out, he heard the Lyle unit say, “Please come again.” Glancing back, he saw the unit turn and move toward the front of the store.

He shook his head. Still, he had no words.

Rose came up to him, looped her arm around his, and the two walked silently down the sidewalk.

About the Author:

Dr. Randy C. Dockens has a fascination with science and with the Bible, holds Ph.D. degrees in both areas, and is a man not only of faith and science, but also of creativity. He believes that faith and science go hand in hand without being enemies of each other.

After completing his bachelor’s degree in pharmacy from Auburn University he went on to graduate school at Auburn and completed his first doctorate degree in Pharmaceutics. He began his scientific career as a pharmacokinetic reviewer for the Food and Drug Administration and later joined a leading pharmaceutical company as a pharmacokineticist, which is a scientist who analyzes how the human body affects drugs after they have been administered (i.e, absorbed, distributed, metabolized, and excreted).

Through the years, he has worked on potential medicines within several disease areas, including cardiovascular, fibrosis, and immunoscience to seek and develop new and novel medicines in these therapy areas.

He has also had his attention on the academic study of the Bible. He earned a second doctorate in Biblical Prophecy from Louisiana Baptist University after receiving a master’s degree in Jewish Studies from the Internet Bible Institute under the tutelage of Dr. Robert Congdon.

Randy has recently retired from his pharmaceutical career and is spending even more time on his writing efforts. He has written several books that span dystopian (The Coded Message Trilogy), end-time prophecy (Stele Prophecy Pentalogy), science fiction (Erabon Prophecy Trilogy), uniquely told Bible stories (The Adversary Chronicles), speculative fiction (Cities of Light Series), and a combination of science fiction / speculative fiction (Parallel Universe Saga). All his books, while fun to read, are futuristic, filled with science to give them an authentic feel, have a science fiction feel to them, and allows one to learn some aspect of Biblical truth one may not have thought about before. This is all done in a fast-paced action format that is both entertaining and provides a fun read for his readers.

He has also written some nonfiction books as well. One is to show how all humans are connected from God’s viewpoint by looking at biblical prophecy (Why is a Gentile World Tied to a Jewish Timeline?: The Question Everyone Should Ask). This book shows how all scripture is connected and inclusive of everyone. In addition, he and his editor have written two books about writing. The first is on writing techniques themselves and is entitled Mastering the ABCs of Excellent Writing: Creating Vivid and Colorful Stories that Readers Want to Read. This book not only addresses the techniques of writing, but what makes writing unique to each author. It conveys not only how to better hone one’s craft of writing but also the brand an author wants to portray. This helps an author make their writing unique as well as captivating for his/her audience. The second is a companion book to this one entitled Mastering the ABCs of Excellent Self-Editing: Framing Your Colorful Masterpiece to Keep Readers Engaged in Your Story. This is best used in conjunction with the first one. Yet, self-editing, though intricately connected to writing, is a distinct event. The better the quality of a writer’s draft manuscript when it is delivered to one’s editor, the higher the final quality of the manuscript will be for readers, and that is extremely important.

Dr. Dockens still has creative ideas to share so stay tuned! 

Dr. Dockens’  latest books are Retrieving the Future & Resolving the Future (Books 1 & 2 in the Parallel Universe Saga Series)

Visit his website at https://www.randydockens.com.

Connect with him on social media at:

X: www.x.com/RandyCDockens

Facebook: www.facebook.com/Randy.C.Dockens

Instagram: Randy C Dockens (@randydockens) | Instagram

Goodreads: Randy C. Dockens (Author of T-H-B) | Goodreads

In Book 1, Retrieving the Future, Declan befriends an amazing humanoid robot, Lyle, on one of his parallel Earth trips and brings him home to create his idea of an ultimate AI. That’s when everything unravels!

Suddenly Declan’s coworkers and company leaders want him dead, his girlfriend Rose is in danger, and the only way to survive is to discover what his missions were really about—a secret conspiracy linking corporate greed to some of Scripture’s endtime prophecies. To discover that connection, the AI he created sends him and Rose on a parallel Earth mission together, a mission unsanctioned by the company’s Board.

╰┈➤ Book Details:

Genre: Christian Science Fiction

Sub-genre: Biblical Fiction

Language:English

Pages: 304

Paperback ISBN: 978-1734085068

Retrieving the Future is available at Amazon and the author’s website

╰┈➤ First Chapter:

Future Files

The hope of getting back to Earth—his Earth—had all but vanished from Declan’s mind. But today, this fateful day, the watch on his wrist was beeping. He first instinctively sucked in a breath, staring at it as his body grew adrenaline-charged. He couldn’t believe it. The signal had returned! Squirming in his seat, he could no longer sit still, not when success now seemed almost guaranteed.

This news couldn’t have come at a better time. Krimmer’s cronies had gotten wind of him sneaking around the office after hours. But now, he didn’t have to figure out an alternative plan. He could finally return home and put all of this behind him—if he didn’t get caught, that is. Standing slowly, involuntarily tapping his index finger on his desk, his mind desperately tried to figure out the best course of action. Being mid-morning, Krimmer’s cronies likely wouldn’t expect anything from him at this hour. He casually strode toward the elevators.

“Oh, Dr. Anderson,” he heard as he walked by the desk of Krimmer’s assistant.

He turned, donning his most adoring smile. “Yes, Sharmaye? Anything wrong?”

“Just wanted to remind you of your meeting with Mr. Krimmer at noon.”

Oh, that’s right! Declan thought. He had forgotten this meeting was today. His mind kept working: Perfect, though. Just perfect. He walked over to Sharmaye’s desk and leaned down, placing his hands on the edge of the desk to support himself. He gave her an amorous smile.

“Thanks for the reminder,” he said with a wink. “I’ll just go ahead and get my workout done now and be back in time for the meeting.” This would give him a good cover story in case anyone wondered where he had gone. Sharmaye would be his alibi.

Sharmaye gave him a coy smile. “You’re always working out.”

Declan gave a small chuckle as he waved his index finger and teased. “Uh-uh-uh. No flirting in the office.”

Sharmaye’s face reddened. “Oh, uh, sorry. I wasn’t . . . ”

Declan gave a dismissive wave. “Relax, Sharmaye. Just teasing. Nice of you to notice, though.” He was going to miss her. Quite cute, he thought. She had a unique style, one that made her stand out from the crowd, but in a good way. Her hair was braided into tight dreadlocks, each a different color, and wrapped around her head in a type of bun held in place with a colorful bandana or scarf of some kind. Declan couldn’t say why, but the style really suited her and complemented her dark eyes and almost caramel complexion. Although she never seemed to wear much makeup, she always looked beautiful yet professional.

She continued to smile as her blush subsided.

“The meeting’s about the new car design, isn’t it?”

Sharmaye’s eyes widened. “Oh, I can’t say.”

Declan walked around a chair to take a seat next to her desk. “Oh, come on, Sharmaye. I’m going to be at the meeting, right? So what harm can it be to tell me?”

Sharmaye looked in thought for a minute, then smiled and nodded. “That’s true. It’s really a gorgeous car. I happened to be in his office when the designer displayed a hologram of the vehicle. It’s quite sporty, and it comes in a variety of colors: chrome, copper, deep amethyst, or onyx, to name a few. It’s going to be the most unique flying car we’ve ever designed.” She tapped the bottom drawer of her desk. “I have all the plans right here. I can’t give them to you until right before the meeting.”

Declan smiled as he patted her hand, glad to know she still thought the secret plans were in her desk. “Great. I’ll be back in time to peruse them quickly.” He stood, pointed at her, and said, in an almost teasing manner, “Don’t get them out until I get back.”

She smiled. “I promise.”

“Okay. Let me get to the gym so I can get back.”

Declan headed for the elevators. He had to go down twelve floors to the gym. Once in the elevator, his watch beeped again. His eyes widened. The signal was getting weaker. “Not again!” he exclaimed in a whisper. He sighed and looked out through the glass walls of the elevator. The center of the building, hollow with elevators traveling up and down, supported balconies on each floor where people sat and chatted about work projects. But he wasn’t focusing on all those people now. The plans Sharmaye had talked about were in his briefcase in his gym locker. He looked at his watch again. He had just enough time to get them and get out of the building—if she didn’t open her drawer first, of course.

When the elevator doors opened, he rushed out and stepped directly into a man in his late twenties. The man had sandy blond hair with a few curls dangling along his forehead just shy of his bright blue eyes—this was his officemate, Jeffrey. Sharmaye often said the two of them looked almost identical, except for the hair, with Declan’s being much darker. Sharmaye often told him she like dark-haired men more, especially those with a muscular look.

“Oh, sorry, Jeffrey.”

Jeffrey laughed. “No worries. Where are you headed in such a hurry?”

“To the gym. I need to work out before my meeting with Krimmer.”

“Let me work out with you.”

“Well . . . ”

Of all days, Jeffrey would choose today to ask this.

“Just give me five minutes, and I’ll be there.”

Declan nodded. “Sure, Jeffrey. I’ll meet you at the ellipticals. I need to get going.”

“Sure. Sure. I’ll be right there.”

Jeffrey entered the elevator and Declan hurried toward the gym. He only needed to get the briefcase out of his locker and head to the office park about five blocks away. Hopefully, he could get out of the building before Jeffrey returned—and before anyone noticed him gone.

He went through the glass doors hurriedly and then toward the changing room.

“Sir. Sir!” he heard from behind him.

Declan turned, and a perky woman in shorts and a sports bra with some matted dirty blonde curls glued to her forehead, evidently from her just-finished workout, pointed at a holo-computer. “Please sign in.”

“Oh, I’m just retrieving something from my locker. I’ll just be in and out.”

“I still need a record,” she said in a sing-song voice. “Rules are rules, you know.”

Declan sighed and rolled his eyes. It would take longer to argue than to just do it. He hurried to the computer, had it read his fingerprint, then pressed Enter. Once he reached the locker room, there were a few men in different stages of undress. He didn’t focus on them as he made a beeline for his locker—but stopped short when he found a man’s naked derrière blocking his access.

Declan cleared his throat loudly enough for the man to hear.

The man turned and then stood straight. “Oh, sorry,” he said, realizing he was blocking Declan’s way. He laughed. “As fate would have it, with only three or four people in here, I’d be right next to you.”

Declan smiled impatiently. “Yes, isn’t it, though?”

He quickly put in his combination, retrieved his briefcase, and headed out of the locker room. The man looked confused, but Declan had no reason to try to explain anything to him.

As he left, the perky attendant stood talking to some over-muscular guy in shorts and a tank top, so she didn’t even notice him walking by. He sighed in gratitude, stepped out of the gym, and headed toward the building’s entrance.

While thinking he had finally made it, he heard someone behind him yelling his name. “Declan! Declan! Where are you going?”

Glancing back, he realized it was Jeffrey. He just waved and kept walking. Jeffrey raised his arms and gave an exaggerated shrug. As Declan left the building, he noticed two individuals talking with Jeffrey. These were the two who had suspicions about him. Once clear of the building, he ran at a slow jog down the sidewalk to hurry but not be conspicuous. If these two men were after him, he didn’t have much time. He glanced at his watch. The signal remained weak, but it was still there. Once before he had missed his rendezvous due to the signal dissipating.

Not this time,

he told himself as he picked up his pace.

As Declan hurried down the street, he saw several vendors with their hovering carts serving patrons various types of foods. Glancing upward, cars headed busily . . . somewhere. With the cars overhead, it made the area below them available for more parklike places where people could sit and eat in a more peaceful and beautiful environment.

This scene, however, became a blur to Declan as he again picked up his pace to get to his destination more quickly. After jogging for five blocks, he came to a construction zone, the place where he had arrived almost six months ago. At that time, all the buildings stood intact. They had all been gutted since then, and only one now looked complete enough to be ready for tenants again.

Two months ago, the signal went dark when the building in which he had arrived was demolished; this caused the signal tied to his home world to go silent. It took two months for the same pulse to reappear. Not knowing if the same thing could happen again, he had to make his rendezvous this time—especially since Krimmer would know at noon today what he had been doing.

Once he reached the intact building, the one closest to the building which no longer stood, he heard a shout.

“Halt! Stay where you are!”

His head jerked in that direction: Krimmer’s two henchmen approached at a quick pace. Evidently, Jeffrey had told them Declan had walked out of the building, and the two had followed him. Declan determined within himself that these two were not going to stop him this time. Today may be his only hope of getting home.

One of the two fired a laser blast which smashed into the door next to his head. Declan ducked into the building and closed the door. He rushed to the stairwell entrance and bounded up the stairs as fast as he could, his mind frantically trying to remember on which floor he had arrived.

Fifteen.

Yes, it had been the fifteenth floor. As he climbed, his pace got slower and slower. By the time he reached the tenth floor, his lungs, now out of breath, had him breathing hard. He knew he had to push on. Glancing down the stairwell, he didn’t see anyone, but he did hear them, and they didn’t sound too far below him. He pressed on, trying to increase the separation between him and the two following him.

Once on the fifteenth floor, he entered and ran to where the indicator on his watch showed the signal to be stronger. Entering a large conference room, he looked for a sign of where the wormhole should be; the signal had become its strongest in this room. He knew he should see some type of distortion or glow of some kind, but he saw nothing. Hearing footsteps in the corridor outside, he frantically looked around.

It had to be here somewhere.

As he walked near the window, out of the corner of his eye he saw something. A distortion with a slight glow appeared several meters in the air outside the room’s window. He sighed and stomped his foot in frustration. The distance looked too far for him to jump to reach the shimmer. He instantly knew: he would have to go up two floors and jump through a window so he could fall into the wormhole rather than attempt to jump into it from this level.

He went to the door of the conference room, opening it slowly. The two men were down the hall exploring various rooms. As soon as they entered another room, Declan quickly left the conference room and ran down the hall toward the stairwell.

One of the men evidently heard him, turned, and yelled “Freeze!” The man shot again, barely missing Declan, again, in the process of him scrambling into the stairwell.

Declan flew up two flights of stairs hoping the two men would not know on which floor to find him. The layout, a duplicate of the previous floor, helped him easily find the comparable conference room. He entered, and from the window he could see the distortion two floors below. Now he only had to break the window and fly out of it to fall into the wormhole awaiting him. If it disappeared again, he didn’t know if it would ever reappear.

Picking up a chair, he banged it against the window. Nothing. Declan then remembered his briefcase. He opened it, pulled out a laser gun, and quickly turned it to its highest setting. In only a short time he had made several holes in the window. He hoped the integrity of the window had weakened enough for the chair to be effective. Picking up the chair by its back, he swung it with all his might. The chair went through the window and plunged to the street below.

Declan took another chair and made the opening still larger. Doing a quick assessment of the room, he pushed one end of the conference table to the wall as far as he could to allow himself as much of a running start as possible. Placing the briefcase under his left arm to keep it secure, and holding the laser in his right hand in case he needed it, he backed to the door and began to run, with all his might, toward the window . . . 

It was then that the two men entered the room’s other door just before he leapt. One of them shot at him but, for a third time, missed. Once he knew his aim for the wormhole distortion looked spot on, Declan turned and fired to try and keep the men from firing again. One of the men ducked quickly as Declan’s shot barely missed him. The other man, though, fired his laser and hit Declan just below his right clavicle, causing a gaping hole all the way through his upper shoulder area. It felt like his shoulder exploded, ripping flesh from flesh. He could see—and feel—the blood seeping from the large wound.

Declan tried to keep alert. The pain helped somewhat in this regard, but the blood now oozed more freely from his wound, causing his consciousness to fade. Just as he leapt, his last thought was to remind himself to hold onto the briefcase . . . but his eyes closed just as his body disappeared into the distortion.

About the Author:

Dr. Randy C. Dockens has a fascination with science and with the Bible, holds Ph.D. degrees in both areas, and is a man not only of faith and science, but also of creativity. He believes that faith and science go hand in hand without being enemies of each other.

After completing his bachelor’s degree in pharmacy from Auburn University he went on to graduate school at Auburn and completed his first doctorate degree in Pharmaceutics. He began his scientific career as a pharmacokinetic reviewer for the Food and Drug Administration and later joined a leading pharmaceutical company as a pharmacokineticist, which is a scientist who analyzes how the human body affects drugs after they have been administered (i.e, absorbed, distributed, metabolized, and excreted).

Through the years, he has worked on potential medicines within several disease areas, including cardiovascular, fibrosis, and immunoscience to seek and develop new and novel medicines in these therapy areas.

He has also had his attention on the academic study of the Bible. He earned a second doctorate in Biblical Prophecy from Louisiana Baptist University after receiving a master’s degree in Jewish Studies from the Internet Bible Institute under the tutelage of Dr. Robert Congdon.

Randy has recently retired from his pharmaceutical career and is spending even more time on his writing efforts. He has written several books that span dystopian (The Coded Message Trilogy), end-time prophecy (Stele Prophecy Pentalogy), science fiction (Erabon Prophecy Trilogy), uniquely told Bible stories (The Adversary Chronicles), speculative fiction (Cities of Light Series), and a combination of science fiction / speculative fiction (Parallel Universe Saga). All his books, while fun to read, are futuristic, filled with science to give them an authentic feel, have a science fiction feel to them, and allows one to learn some aspect of Biblical truth one may not have thought about before. This is all done in a fast-paced action format that is both entertaining and provides a fun read for his readers.

He has also written some nonfiction books as well. One is to show how all humans are connected from God’s viewpoint by looking at biblical prophecy (Why is a Gentile World Tied to a Jewish Timeline?: The Question Everyone Should Ask). This book shows how all scripture is connected and inclusive of everyone. In addition, he and his editor have written two books about writing. The first is on writing techniques themselves and is entitled Mastering the ABCs of Excellent Writing: Creating Vivid and Colorful Stories that Readers Want to Read. This book not only addresses the techniques of writing, but what makes writing unique to each author. It conveys not only how to better hone one’s craft of writing but also the brand an author wants to portray. This helps an author make their writing unique as well as captivating for his/her audience. The second is a companion book to this one entitled Mastering the ABCs of Excellent Self-Editing: Framing Your Colorful Masterpiece to Keep Readers Engaged in Your Story. This is best used in conjunction with the first one. Yet, self-editing, though intricately connected to writing, is a distinct event. The better the quality of a writer’s draft manuscript when it is delivered to one’s editor, the higher the final quality of the manuscript will be for readers, and that is extremely important.

Dr. Dockens still has creative ideas to share so stay tuned! 

Dr. Dockens’  latest books are Retrieving the Future & Resolving the Future (Books 1 & 2 in the Parallel Universe Saga Series)

Visit his website at https://www.randydockens.com.

Connect with him on social media at:

X: www.x.com/RandyCDockens

Facebook: www.facebook.com/Randy.C.Dockens

Instagram: Randy C Dockens (@randydockens) | Instagram

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Empowering readers to grow as Faithful Disciples of Christ by equipping them to overcome the fear of man, become effective in the Business of God, and prepare themselves to Rule & Reign with Christ…

Here is a timely word for the Church of Jesus Christ, for those who have a true desire to know and to be pleasing to God. The parable of the talents, while not necessarily an easy word to hear, is a much-needed word for the Church today. Brother Luke has perfectly captured the word of Jesus in his exposition on the parable of our Lord. 

The Faithful, The Fearful & The Foolish: Living for God in Troubled Times is available at Amazon

╰┈➤Book Details

    • Genre: Personal Transformation
    • Sub-genre: Spiritual Self-Help/Discipleship/Christian Leadership
    • Language:English
    • Pages: 124
    • Paperback ISBN: 979-8368097947

╰┈➤Here’s What Readers Have To Say!

“This book will encourage you, challenge you & remind you that YOU have a purpose & important kingdom work to do here, put your armor on Christian soldier.” – Valentina Anderson

“If you, like me, see that this world is getting darker and that the light is not as bright as it could be, then this book is for you.” – Joyful

“This book is very inspirational and a must read!” – Carla Price

Watch Luke Talk About His Book

About the Author

In 2012, Luke Uebelher began serving and supporting the needs of sex-trafficking and domestic violence survivors by working in partnership with ministries that are led by trafficking and abuse survivors. Under the guidance and leadership of his pastors, his ministry expanded to also serving and supporting the needs of homeless Military Veterans, and ministries in the Philippines. Luke and his wife Maggie were married in 2018 and have a home in the Philippines. Luke travels between the United States and the Philippines for business and ministry services. 

Luke’s latest book is The Faithful, The Fearful & The Foolish: Living for God in Troubled Times.

Connect with him on social media at Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/p/Luke-UebelherDiamond-Fire-Transport-Missions-100077395525353/ 

A gripping work of contemporary fiction exploring modern motherhood, ambition, and identity…

When Emily, a bright but impulsive UCLA student, gives birth to her daughter Violet, she vows to be the kind of mother she never had: endlessly loving and fiercely protective. But single motherhood is a test with no right answers.

As Violet grows into a gifted and unpredictable child, Emily’s instinct-driven parenting collides with a world obsessed with achievement, social expectations, and expert advice. When Violet’s father, Doug, reenters her life — now in a relationship with Amanda Hoenig, a respected family therapist unable to have children of her own — an uneasy triangle begins to form. What starts as an amicable co-parenting arrangement turns into a psychological tug-of-war over Violet’s future. Emily’s intuition and Amanda’s professional authority clash in living rooms, classrooms, and finally courtrooms, as everyone insists they are fighting for the same thing: what is best for the child. Violet has her own opinions about this.

Told in two voices — first Emily’s, then Violet’s as she comes of age — The Good Mother Test is a gripping work of contemporary fiction exploring modern motherhood, ambition, and identity. Fans of Little Fires Everywhere and The School for Good Mothers will be drawn to its emotional depth and moral complexity.

Read sample here.

The Good Mother Test is available at Amazon.

╰┈➤Book Details

  • Genre: Contemporary Women’s Fiction
  • Sub-genre: Literary Fiction/Psychological Fiction
  • Language:English
  • Pages: 315
  • Paperback ISBN: 978-1948749909
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╰┈➤Here’s What Readers Have To Say!

“…A highly readable, relatable novel about ordinary people interacting, clashing, and blending their lives in however a messy or successful manner they can, and will attract readers interested in the psychological dovetailing of family and relationship-building which all boils down to luck and trust. These elements move full circle to guide characters and readers in an unexpected journey towards new beginnings and hope, making for a hard-hitting, satisfying read.” — Midwest Book Review

╰┈➤Read if you love…

💕⃝Emotionally Gripping

❤️ Thought Provoking

💕⃝Heartfelt

❤️Page Turner

💕⃝Psychologically Complex

❤️Book Club Worthy

Excerpt:

Cedars-Sinai, arguably the most luxurious and respected hospital in L.A., was waiting for Emily. Under a moonless sky, Doug seemed to be steering an Army assault vehicle, not a vintage Mercedes — honking, flicking his high beams, and clenching his teeth whenever he passed a car. Was he praying for luck or simply exuding courage? Emily wondered. He was navigating Beverly Boulevard like he’d just held up a bank. Emily was slouched in the passenger seat, the baby inside her kicking.

She glanced at Doug. “Slow down, please.”

“Steady as she goes,” he said, eyes glued to the traffic flow.

“I don’t want to kill our baby.”

Doug smiled patiently. “I should have taken you to the hospital half an hour ago, when your water broke. I don’t know why you resisted.”

“My bad. I wanted to finish watching the last five minutes of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.”

“Seriously? Why take chances?”

“I wasn’t ready, Doug. I’m still not.”

She didn’t have the strength to explain in a hundred words or less to a man she wasn’t married to that she wasn’t sure about her future, say, beyond the next year or two. She was in flux. Recently, her thoughts had been tossing her into her past, where she had to feel her way out slowly, gingerly, like being in a dark room with sharp objects.

“Ohhhh.” Emily’s first contraction came with a jolt, body-slammed by a seven- or eight-pound fetus. She and Doug had already chosen the baby’s name.

– Excerpted from The Good Mother Test: Not Trying to Heal My Inner Child While Raising One by Michael R. French, Terra Nova Books, 2026. Reprinted with permission.

About the Author

Michael R. French graduated from Stanford University where he was an English major, focusing on creative writing, and studied under Wallace Stegner. He received a Master’s degree in journalism from Northwestern University. He later served in the United States Army before marrying Patricia Goodkind, an educator and entrepreneur, and starting a family.

In addition to publishing twenty-three titles, including award-winning young adult fiction, adult fiction, biographies, and a self-help book, he has written or co-written a half-dozen screenplays. These include indie films Intersection, which has won awards in over thirty-five film festivals, and The Reunion. Both streamed on Amazon.

He has also had a long business career in real estate, living in Santa Fe, New Mexico. His passions include travel, collecting rare books, and hanging with friends and family. French’s work, which includes several best-sellers, has been warmly reviewed in the New York Times.

Visit his website at www.goodmothertest.com.

Connect with him on social media at:

╰┈➤ Twitter: https://twitter.com/mfrenchauthor  

╰┈➤ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/MichaelRFrenchAuthor/?fref=nf 

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╰┈➤ Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/245381265-the-good-mother-test

Lee J Mavin is the author of 11 books. He is also a teacher and father. He has a Masters in Creative Writing and am solely focused on writing fiction (fantasy and horror) and poetry. He is now in collaboration the illustrator Karolina Piotrowski, a Polish artist who has brought many stories to life. He has worked and studied in China and Japan and studied with Dr Xiaohuan Zhao (a master of Chinese poetry) to complete his book Li Bai’s Shadow, at the University of Sydney. He has two children who are both avid readers, so he is always in the loop with trends in children’s fiction. He is married and lives in Sydney, where he teaches English.

His latest book is the YA fantasy, The Wars Between.

Visit his website at leejmavin.com

Connect with him on social media at:

╰┈➤ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/lee.mavin.925/ 

╰┈➤ Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/mavin798 

╰┈➤ Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5103759.Lee_J_Mavin

╰┈➤ TikTok ➜ https://www.tiktok.com/@leemavin4  

Can you tell us a little about yourself?

I am Lee J Mavin, a middle aged Australian author and teacher from Sydney. I have two children (one daughter and one son) and have been married for 17 years. I have published 12 books in the form of poetry collections, children’s picture books and short story collections and novels. I have lived in China and Japan and can speak both languages.

Can you tell us about your latest book, The Wars Between?

The Wars Between follows two main characters, Outis Everrett and Gwenia Xiachung who are from two different countries who have been at war with each other for thousands of years. Outis feels like a bit of a failure to begin with having failed his warrior exams and not being a willing soldier for his country. He is however a master poet, who has the ability to craft words that change people’s perceptions of the world. Gwenia is a strong willed vegan and the youngest of 13 children and ready to leave the nest. The two of them wind up in an adventure across the seas.

Is The Wars Between your only book?

No I have published 12 other books.

Can you tell us a little about the main characters in The Wars Between?

(See above for this response) Outis’s poem is so timeless, the king awards him the greatest honour, to take it across the sea, to the newly elected president of Kastanair, Penelope Chinwa. He is guided by the Knights of Sunrise, who protect him along the way.

Do you see a little bit of yourself in your main character?

I am a little bit like Outis and would like to be more like him.

Where is this book set and why did you choose that location?

The book is set in a fantasy world consisting of three countries Asalandia a proud monarchy, Kastanair a strong democracy and Syanthia, a neutral state that sells meat and weapons to both countries (and benefits greatly)

What’s the best advice you can give to aspiring authors?

Dont read negative reviews, edit as much as you can. Don’t change your plot ideas based on someone else’s opinions.

Thank you so much for this interview, Lee. What’s next for you?

I am currently writing the sequel to The Wars Between which is titled The Angelic Fallen and is set hundreds of years after the events of The Wars Between.

To find out how to purchase this book, visit https://a.co/d/02udA4rM

For centuries there had been an ongoing war between Asalandia, the proud monarchy of the east and Kastanair the progressive democracy of the west. However, the years of war would end with the most unlikely turn of events.

Outis Everrett, the disappointment of his family, a measly poet, is suddenly thrusted into an epic adventure across the sea, with the King’s blessing. His poem, the poem that somehow won the first annual Asalandian poetry competition, was meant to be taken across the seas, to the enemy island of Kastanair, there, it would be read by the President of Kastanair, the newly elected and very progressive, Penelope Chinwa and she was supposed stop the war after reading those so special words.

So Outis set sail aboard the Golden ship, guided and protected by the Knights of Sunrise and their adventures began. The Knights are led by Bartholemew Aries, the most famous soldier in Asalandia, though when their ship drifts off course to the mysterious island of Aquos Atalantious, the Princess of the island soon lures him to stay. So, the Knights of Sunrise become distracted by the beauties of this foreign island.  After failing to find the prince, who had been taken by a monstrous octopus, the Golden ship sails onto Kastanair, without its leader, who had fallen in love with the Princess. They then sail to Syanthia, where the worlds’ meat was produced. There they meet, the young Kastanairian, Gwenia Xiachung, an enthusiastic vegan on a mission to stop everyone eating meat. Outis is thrown into a pig saving mission with Gwenia and is intrigued by the young girl. After saving the pigs and convincing the head of meat production to change his ways with a beautiful poem about animal empathy, Gwenia falls in love with Outis. She joins him and the Knights of Sunrise on the voyage to back to her country, Kastanair. Once they finally reach the shores of Kastanair, they are attacked on the shores by a small army, led by Caslian Jesper, the tough captain who worked his soldiers to exhaustion. The Knights, Outis and Gwenia are rescued by Nastab and his band of terrorists who take them on horseback through Kastanair to Mount Xian. Nastab and his men come from a rebel group who had been dwelling on the plateau of Mount Xian, plotting to overthrow the government of Kastanair. However, their leader, who had driven their group to crimes and violence, was hoarding their food and treasure.

Caslian Jesper follows the terrorists to Mount Xian, in pursuit of two of his enemies at once, the terrorists and the Asalandians. Outis and Gwenia are suddenly taken off their horses by huge hawks, who fly them up Mount Xian, to a cave opening. There Gwenia and Outis meet The Tall Man, a strange man with huge black eyes who has no name. He takes them into the cave, and they fall more tall people. There they learn that the tall people had been in the caves for hundreds of years and they care not for treasures of war. The tall man collects water from an underground stream and fruits from the cave roofs and they take Outis and Gwenia up to the top of the mountain. There they find Caslian’s army had managed to climb to the top of the mountain in attempt to attack but they were too drained to fight so the tall man shared his fruit with them. Both sides rested as Outis read a poem to the leader of the terrorists.

Outis and Gwenia are then taken to the capital, by an eclectic group including Nastab, The Tall Man and the Knights of Sunrise, they journey through the planes of Kastanair where they are attacked by wolves. The Knights and Nastab fight the wolves off valiantly and they continue. When they finally reach the capital Outis reads his poem to the President, but it is not the words of his poem alone that convince her to stop the war, it is the group he brings with him, a group of once enemies, who had come together with the same goal. 

╰┈➤Book Details

  • Genre: YA Fantasy
  • Language:English
  • Pages: 300

To find out how to purchase this book, visit https://a.co/d/02udA4rM

First Chapter:

He Was No Warrior

Outis Everrett was an overthinker. Every night, he would toss and turn in his tiny chamber, going over and over the things he had to do the next day. He would plan his tasks and rehearse what he would say, looping it all in his mind until he slowly became too tired to think—and finally fell asleep. He had been like this for a while now, and try as he might, he couldn’t break the habit. The constant worrying made him sleepy, and it became difficult to handle his day-to-day tasks. During the day, he would mope about with his head down, of little use to anyone. To most people around him, he was a nobody—a useless man, easy to forget. But Outis Everrett was much more than that. Outis Everrett was a poet. He loved poetry and wrote a great deal, though he didn’t consider himself a real poet at the time. He simply thought very little of himself. One thing he knew for certain: he wasn’t a strong man. He wasn’t a sailor, a guard, or a soldier—and he never wanted to become one.

He sighed and thought of his father’s words: “We come from a long line of warriors. Long have we held our swords high and defended our lands with pride. It is your destiny, my son, to take up arms and keep fighting.”

But he was no warrior. He was as thin as a limegoat and had been cursed with his mother’s short stature. He was shorter than the average Asalandian—and much 10

weaker. He spoke with a soft, unsure voice and often didn’t speak at all. He rarely exercised, and even his hair was unusually dark for an Asalandian—it was light brown; most Asalandians were blonde.

He had avoided conflict his whole life, running from the bullies who called him Tiny in Sword School. As a child, he often hid in his room and read. He loved adventure stories about long journeys and was especially drawn to the poets of the old world. He loved imagining—dreaming of far-off lands, tales of monsters and horror. He was intrigued by the idea of destiny and longed for love.

He was lonely and kept his thoughts hidden from everyone. He believed no one would understand him and was afraid to appear vulnerable. So he read constantly, alone—and sometimes, he wrote. He was an amazing poet, but poets weren’t talked about much in Asalandia. In fact, poetry was hardly read at all.

To be shunned was rare and rarely spoken of. Most children—so long as they were able-bodied—trained hard before the test, and if they failed, they tried again. Outis was shunned from the warriorship because he failed to take the final test. The reason was simple: he was too scared and couldn’t swing a sword hard enough to even make a sound.

He had always been a quiet young man, troubled by the weight of a society that pressured boys to fight and molded them to be battle-ready. Everyone was constantly hearing about the threat of the enemy. Every day brought news: the Kastanarians were getting closer, the Kastanarians were preparing for war. The King announced it relentlessly, proclamations echoing from the palace. 11

During these frequent declarations, everyone was expected to stand and listen. It was an unspoken rule—and most people wanted to hear what the King had to say. Outis was not one of them. He had stopped listening long ago, choosing instead to focus on other things. One of those things was poetry. 

About the Author:

Lee J Mavin is the author of 11 books. He is also a teacher and father. He has a Masters in Creative Writing and am solely focused on writing fiction (fantasy and horror) and poetry. He is now in collaboration the illustrator Karolina Piotrowski, a Polish artist who has brought many stories to life. He has worked and studied in China and Japan and studied with Dr Xiaohuan Zhao (a master of Chinese poetry) to complete his book Li Bai’s Shadow, at the University of Sydney. He has two children who are both avid readers, so he is always in the loop with trends in children’s fiction. He is married and lives in Sydney, where he teaches English.

His latest book is the YA fantasy, The Wars Between.

Visit his website at leejmavin.com

Connect with him on social media at:

╰┈➤ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/lee.mavin.925/ 

╰┈➤ Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/mavin798 

╰┈➤ Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5103759.Lee_J_Mavin

╰┈➤ TikTok ➜ https://www.tiktok.com/@leemavin4  

RCMP officer Winston Windflower’s rare afternoon off gets interrupted when a hit and run turns into murder and he must pull together a team of Mounties from Newfoundland to resolve the crime. Following the money and fentanyl— and bodies—Windflower and his team join forces with police officers in southern Ontario to take down an international drug-smuggling ring.

Windflower must face personal doubts and fears when fellow Mountie Fil Romano is kidnapped. While the higher-ups at HQ make plans to give safe passage to the drug lords in return for Romano’s life, Windflower worries Romano will get caught in the crossfire. Windflower again looks to his friends and allies for help in the difficult hours and days ahead. 

╰┈➤Book Details

  • Genre: Mystery
  • Sub-genre: TBA
  • Language: English
  • Pages: 278
  • Paperback ISBN: TBA

A Change in Plans is available at Amazon.

First Chapter:

Summer was nearing its end in the small town of Grand Bank on the eastern shore of Canada. Winston Windflower, husband, father and RCMP officer, was enjoying some quiet time while his wife, Sheila Hillier, and their two girls, Amelia Louise and Stella, were in St. John’s for their annual back-to-school shopping spree. He was alone except for his four-legged friends. Lady, an eight-year-old collie, was still frisky and ready to go for a walk as always. Molly, the cat, was ageless and just about lifeless as she sat in her bed waiting for the next treat to fall in front of her.

It was a fine, sunny day as Windflower looked out of their home onto the Atlantic Ocean. Because it was so nice, he had taken the afternoon off for picking berries. The summer had been unusually hot and sticky, and that meant the berries were out a little earlier than usual. His fervent hope was that his special picking spot had not been disturbed by early pickers trampling down bushes and limiting the harvest.

If things went well, he could pick a gallon of berries in a couple of hours, and if he was super lucky, Sheila would make something fabulous with the blueberries when she got back. Maybe a pie or even one of her blueberry specialties. Windflower salivated when he imagined all of that deliciousness. He grabbed a couple of Tupperware containers and a bottle of water and then headed for his favourite spot.

There was a congregation of berry pickers at the closest picking location, just past the clinic. Bent over, they paid him little attention. He didn’t mind being ignored. The area was too busy and crowded for him. He took the trail down by the brook and then up the hill to the lookout. He paused for a moment to take in the majestic view of Grand Bank. Windflower glanced over the brook to the town and the wharf, all the way to the craggy outcrop that the locals called the Cape. Then he continued on up over the hill and towards the other side.

He veered off the path about halfway down and was very pleased to find his desired location calm and untouched. He said a silent prayer of thanks to Creator and began his task. Some people would have thought of this as work, but Windflower found berry picking both meditative and spiritual. It reconnected him to the land and made him think of his early days growing up on the reserve in Pink Lake, Alberta. His Cree family would all go berry picking for the day, bringing a lunch and a kettle to make tea.

He soon had one container filled and was working on the second when his pocket buzzed. He checked the number on his phone. It was Corporal Samira Gupta, his right-hand assistant, calling from the bigger community of Marystown. He had made arrangements with his boss, Superintendent Ron Quigley, that he would take the job as acting inspector for the region as long as he could stay in Grand Bank and have an assistant in Marystown. Gupta filled her role perfectly.

“What’s up, Corporal?” asked Windflower.

“Sorry to bother you,” said Gupta. “Betsy said you were off. But I thought you should know. We had a hit and run in Marystown. Over near Walmart. A woman in her forties is in hospital. Sergeant Tizzard is on the scene.” Eddie Tizzard was one of Windflower’s long-time friends and co-workers. They’d been working together for the last 10 years in one way or another.

“That’s a dangerous area,” said Windflower. “How is the woman?”

“She was unconscious when they brought her to the hospital in Burin,” said Gupta. “But no other information so far.”

“And the driver?”

“We’re working on it. Tizzard has a team doing interviews from the scene.”

“It’s busy around there. Somebody would have seen something.”

“That was our thinking, too,” Gupta agreed. “If we don’t get anything back soon from the canvass, we’ll do a media hit.”

“Perfect. Keep me posted.”

Now that his reverie had been disrupted, Windflower packed up his stuff and headed back down to his car. He was driving towards home when he noticed the driver of a passing car flashing their headlights at him. He slowed down and pulled over and then went to see if they were okay. As he got closer, he squinted to see Moira Stoodley, co-owner of the Mug-Up Café, the best and only diner in Grand Bank, in the driver’s seat. She was also the wife of his best friend, Herb Stoodley, who was tutoring him in two very diverse subjects—classical music, about which Windflower knew next to nothing before he met Herb, and trout and salmon fishing, which he thought he had mastered but now realized he was only a beginner.

He assumed Moira had stopped him to say hello or to pass along a message from her husband. But it was much more serious.

“I saw Mike Winger, that crazy-looking guy, back on the road,” said Moira. “It looked like his wheelchair had tipped over. A few young fellers were helping him get back up. But he looked in bad shape. Had a cut over his forehead. I asked him if he was okay. He told me to mind my business and went on home. You might want to check in on him.”

It wasn’t exactly his job to look after wandering locals, but it had become expected of the lone police officer in the community. He may have the high and mighty title of acting inspector, but his day job consisted of part-time social worker, youth counsellor and senior companion when he wasn’t solving crimes or directing the limited amount of traffic that Grand Bank produced.

Helping citizens in distress certainly fell into his ‘other related duties’, and Mike Winger seemed to be in constant need of assistance of one kind or another. Mostly of his own doing.

Windflower knew a little about the man from his many interactions with him. Winger was an American and a veteran of the Gulf Wars. After he left the military, he got certified as a refrigeration mechanic and started wandering around, first in the United States and then into Canada. He ended up in the Grand Bank area working for fish plants and discovered a place where nobody really knew him but welcomed him anyway.

Mike Winger finally felt at home. He bought a house and found a girl who eventually moved in.

His life seemed perfect until… the crash that changed his life. His girlfriend was killed instantly as his car slid off the highway to avoid a moose one late spring morning. He was left with one leg paralyzed and the other badly damaged. Stuck with his feeling of loss and grief, he turned to alcohol and then drugs. Then he became mean and isolated. His scooter was his only escape, but even that turned out to be another source of problems.

Windflower had rescued him and the scooter more times than he could remember. From ditches by the side of the road. From a farmer’s field. From the pub, more than once, when he had been asked to leave, none too politely. One time from the cemetery, although Windflower wasn’t exactly sure how that happened. Mike Winger was certainly one of Windflower’s pet irritants in Grand Bank. But since neither of them were going anywhere soon, they had figured out how to survive, if not get along, together.

The biggest issue that Windflower had with Winger these days wasn’t that he smoked weed. Heck, that was so legal that Windflower could imbibe if he chose to. He didn’t, of course, and didn’t really care who did, as long as they were at least 19. That’s where he and Winger had an issue. Winger always had some young people hanging around to do his errands, and in return they could often get a beer and a joint. And they were often under Newfoundland’s legal age for drinking alcohol or possessing cannabis. Windflower had warned Winger several times about this and had even fined him, but nothing seemed to change.

That was a problem. For Windflower. For the parents of these young people. Even the town council got involved. But like many problems in small towns, the solution was not an easy one. There were only so many options for the RCMP to explore, and Windflower had tried nearly all of them. The next step was jail, and while Winger had told him several times that he didn’t care if he got locked up, Windflower was trying to avoid that. He knew it wouldn’t be good for anyone involved, including him.

Windflower hoped he wouldn’t have to jail Winger today. He waved goodbye to Moira Stoodley and swung his vehicle around. It didn’t take him long to find Mike Winger. He was stopped on his scooter by the side of the road, smoking a cigarette and yelling at some youngsters across the street.

About the Author:

Mike Martin was born in St. John’s, NL on the east coast of Canada and now lives and works in Ottawa, Ontario. He is a long-time freelance writer and his articles and essays have appeared in newspapers, magazines and online across Canada as well as in the United States and New Zealand.

He is the award-winning author of the best-selling Sgt. Windflower Mystery series, set in beautiful Grand Bank. There are now 17 books in this light mystery series with the publication of A Change in Plans

A Tangled Web was shortlisted in 2017 for the best light mystery of the year, and Darkest Before the Dawnwon the 2019 Bony Blithe Light Mystery Award. All That Glitters was shortlisted for the LOLA 2024 Must Read Book of the year award.

Some Sgt. Windflower Mysteries are now available as audiobooks and the latest Darkest Before the Dawn was released as an audiobook in 2024. All audiobooks are available from Audible in Canada and around the world.

Mike is Past Chair of the Board of Crime Writers of Canada, a national organization promoting Canadian crime and mystery writers and a member of the Newfoundland Writers’ Guild and Capital Crime Writers.

Visit Mike’s website at https://sgtwindflowermysteries.com

Connect with him on social media at:

╰┈➤ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TheWalkerOnTheCapeReviewsAndMore 

┈➤ Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/mike54martin 

RCMP officer Winston Windflower’s rare afternoon off gets interrupted when a hit and run turns into murder and he must pull together a team of Mounties from Newfoundland to resolve the crime. Following the money and fentanyl— and bodies—Windflower and his team join forces with police officers in southern Ontario to take down an international drug-smuggling ring.

Windflower must face personal doubts and fears when fellow Mountie Fil Romano is kidnapped. While the higher-ups at HQ make plans to give safe passage to the drug lords in return for Romano’s life, Windflower worries Romano will get caught in the crossfire. Windflower again looks to his friends and allies for help in the difficult hours and days ahead. 

╰┈➤Book Details

  • Genre: Mystery
  • Sub-genre: Cozy Mystery/Police Procedural
  • Language: English
  • Pages: 278
  • Paperback ISBN: TBA

A Change in Plans is available at Amazon.

╰┈➤Here’s What Readers Have To Say!

“When a Mountie is kidnapped, it further complicates matters. As the tension keeps increasing, the action reaches a fever pitch. This author knows how to keep the plot moving swiftly to keep readers hooked. You will enjoy spending time with Windflower, a hero who’s clever, brave, and endlessly resourceful.” – Steven Finkelstein

“Readers cannot help but enjoy this series. Even though there are some nail biting, adrenaline pumping things going on, it is balanced out by the personal parts of the story. Yes, Windflower could be chasing down a killer or a drug dealer, but he is always grounded with his wife and two daughters, his friends and his community. I personally enjoy when he does his smudging and reconnects with his deceased Auntie and Uncle and gives back to the earth.” – Cozy Mystery Book Reviews

First Chapter:

Summer was nearing its end in the small town of Grand Bank on the eastern shore of Canada. Winston Windflower, husband, father and RCMP officer, was enjoying some quiet time while his wife, Sheila Hillier, and their two girls, Amelia Louise and Stella, were in St. John’s for their annual back-to-school shopping spree. He was alone except for his four-legged friends. Lady, an eight-year-old collie, was still frisky and ready to go for a walk as always. Molly, the cat, was ageless and just about lifeless as she sat in her bed waiting for the next treat to fall in front of her.

It was a fine, sunny day as Windflower looked out of their home onto the Atlantic Ocean. Because it was so nice, he had taken the afternoon off for picking berries. The summer had been unusually hot and sticky, and that meant the berries were out a little earlier than usual. His fervent hope was that his special picking spot had not been disturbed by early pickers trampling down bushes and limiting the harvest.

If things went well, he could pick a gallon of berries in a couple of hours, and if he was super lucky, Sheila would make something fabulous with the blueberries when she got back. Maybe a pie or even one of her blueberry specialties. Windflower salivated when he imagined all of that deliciousness. He grabbed a couple of Tupperware containers and a bottle of water and then headed for his favourite spot.

There was a congregation of berry pickers at the closest picking location, just past the clinic. Bent over, they paid him little attention. He didn’t mind being ignored. The area was too busy and crowded for him. He took the trail down by the brook and then up the hill to the lookout. He paused for a moment to take in the majestic view of Grand Bank. Windflower glanced over the brook to the town and the wharf, all the way to the craggy outcrop that the locals called the Cape. Then he continued on up over the hill and towards the other side.

He veered off the path about halfway down and was very pleased to find his desired location calm and untouched. He said a silent prayer of thanks to Creator and began his task. Some people would have thought of this as work, but Windflower found berry picking both meditative and spiritual. It reconnected him to the land and made him think of his early days growing up on the reserve in Pink Lake, Alberta. His Cree family would all go berry picking for the day, bringing a lunch and a kettle to make tea.

He soon had one container filled and was working on the second when his pocket buzzed. He checked the number on his phone. It was Corporal Samira Gupta, his right-hand assistant, calling from the bigger community of Marystown. He had made arrangements with his boss, Superintendent Ron Quigley, that he would take the job as acting inspector for the region as long as he could stay in Grand Bank and have an assistant in Marystown. Gupta filled her role perfectly.

“What’s up, Corporal?” asked Windflower.

“Sorry to bother you,” said Gupta. “Betsy said you were off. But I thought you should know. We had a hit and run in Marystown. Over near Walmart. A woman in her forties is in hospital. Sergeant Tizzard is on the scene.” Eddie Tizzard was one of Windflower’s long-time friends and co-workers. They’d been working together for the last 10 years in one way or another.

“That’s a dangerous area,” said Windflower. “How is the woman?”

“She was unconscious when they brought her to the hospital in Burin,” said Gupta. “But no other information so far.”

“And the driver?”

“We’re working on it. Tizzard has a team doing interviews from the scene.”

“It’s busy around there. Somebody would have seen something.”

“That was our thinking, too,” Gupta agreed. “If we don’t get anything back soon from the canvass, we’ll do a media hit.”

“Perfect. Keep me posted.”

Now that his reverie had been disrupted, Windflower packed up his stuff and headed back down to his car. He was driving towards home when he noticed the driver of a passing car flashing their headlights at him. He slowed down and pulled over and then went to see if they were okay. As he got closer, he squinted to see Moira Stoodley, co-owner of the Mug-Up Café, the best and only diner in Grand Bank, in the driver’s seat. She was also the wife of his best friend, Herb Stoodley, who was tutoring him in two very diverse subjects—classical music, about which Windflower knew next to nothing before he met Herb, and trout and salmon fishing, which he thought he had mastered but now realized he was only a beginner.

He assumed Moira had stopped him to say hello or to pass along a message from her husband. But it was much more serious.

“I saw Mike Winger, that crazy-looking guy, back on the road,” said Moira. “It looked like his wheelchair had tipped over. A few young fellers were helping him get back up. But he looked in bad shape. Had a cut over his forehead. I asked him if he was okay. He told me to mind my business and went on home. You might want to check in on him.”

It wasn’t exactly his job to look after wandering locals, but it had become expected of the lone police officer in the community. He may have the high and mighty title of acting inspector, but his day job consisted of part-time social worker, youth counsellor and senior companion when he wasn’t solving crimes or directing the limited amount of traffic that Grand Bank produced.

Helping citizens in distress certainly fell into his ‘other related duties’, and Mike Winger seemed to be in constant need of assistance of one kind or another. Mostly of his own doing.

Windflower knew a little about the man from his many interactions with him. Winger was an American and a veteran of the Gulf Wars. After he left the military, he got certified as a refrigeration mechanic and started wandering around, first in the United States and then into Canada. He ended up in the Grand Bank area working for fish plants and discovered a place where nobody really knew him but welcomed him anyway.

Mike Winger finally felt at home. He bought a house and found a girl who eventually moved in.

His life seemed perfect until… the crash that changed his life. His girlfriend was killed instantly as his car slid off the highway to avoid a moose one late spring morning. He was left with one leg paralyzed and the other badly damaged. Stuck with his feeling of loss and grief, he turned to alcohol and then drugs. Then he became mean and isolated. His scooter was his only escape, but even that turned out to be another source of problems.

Windflower had rescued him and the scooter more times than he could remember. From ditches by the side of the road. From a farmer’s field. From the pub, more than once, when he had been asked to leave, none too politely. One time from the cemetery, although Windflower wasn’t exactly sure how that happened. Mike Winger was certainly one of Windflower’s pet irritants in Grand Bank. But since neither of them were going anywhere soon, they had figured out how to survive, if not get along, together.

The biggest issue that Windflower had with Winger these days wasn’t that he smoked weed. Heck, that was so legal that Windflower could imbibe if he chose to. He didn’t, of course, and didn’t really care who did, as long as they were at least 19. That’s where he and Winger had an issue. Winger always had some young people hanging around to do his errands, and in return they could often get a beer and a joint. And they were often under Newfoundland’s legal age for drinking alcohol or possessing cannabis. Windflower had warned Winger several times about this and had even fined him, but nothing seemed to change.

That was a problem. For Windflower. For the parents of these young people. Even the town council got involved. But like many problems in small towns, the solution was not an easy one. There were only so many options for the RCMP to explore, and Windflower had tried nearly all of them. The next step was jail, and while Winger had told him several times that he didn’t care if he got locked up, Windflower was trying to avoid that. He knew it wouldn’t be good for anyone involved, including him.

Windflower hoped he wouldn’t have to jail Winger today. He waved goodbye to Moira Stoodley and swung his vehicle around. It didn’t take him long to find Mike Winger. He was stopped on his scooter by the side of the road, smoking a cigarette and yelling at some youngsters across the street.

About the Author:

Mike Martin was born in St. John’s, NL on the east coast of Canada and now lives and works in Ottawa, Ontario. He is a long-time freelance writer and his articles and essays have appeared in newspapers, magazines and online across Canada as well as in the United States and New Zealand.

He is the award-winning author of the best-selling Sgt. Windflower Mystery series, set in beautiful Grand Bank. There are now 17 books in this light mystery series with the publication of A Change in Plans

A Tangled Web was shortlisted in 2017 for the best light mystery of the year, and Darkest Before the Dawnwon the 2019 Bony Blithe Light Mystery Award. All That Glitters was shortlisted for the LOLA 2024 Must Read Book of the year award.

Some Sgt. Windflower Mysteries are now available as audiobooks and the latest Darkest Before the Dawn was released as an audiobook in 2024. All audiobooks are available from Audible in Canada and around the world.

Mike is Past Chair of the Board of Crime Writers of Canada, a national organization promoting Canadian crime and mystery writers and a member of the Newfoundland Writers’ Guild and Capital Crime Writers.

Visit Mike’s website at https://sgtwindflowermysteries.com

Connect with him on social media at:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TheWalkerOnTheCapeReviewsAndMore 

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/mike54martin 

David LeRoy is an author and avid explorer of the intersection of philosophy, psychology, and art. His debut novel, The Siren of Paris, is a poignant work that emerged from personal family research he undertook in 2010 to locate missing persons of WWII.

LeRoy’s fluency in French and two-year sojourn in France afforded him unique insights into the French culture he deftly weaves into his literary work. With a Bachelor of Arts in Philosophy and Religion, an MBA from California State University Sacramento, and an MSc. Applied Data Science from Paris, France, LeRoy is a polymath with diverse interests and an insatiable curiosity for knowledge.

He currently resides in California, where he continues to write and pursue his creative passions.

Connect with him on social media at:

╰┈➤ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/thesirenofparis

╰┈➤ Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/14760740-the-siren-of-paris?ac=1&from_search=true&qid=v6UbhLIMmb&rank=1

Can you tell us a little about yourself? Are you a full time author?

Today, I am just an average Middle Age American Male. I once worked in Telecommunications in various management roles. My formal education is in Philosophy and Religion from a small private Christian college named Point Loma Nazarene College. I also hold an MBA from California State University of Sacramento and a MSc. in Data Analytics from France. My interest in writing stories came later in my life. Instead of a degree program, I attended workshops to advance my story crafting abilities. I adore the study of depth psychology of Carl Jung.

Can you tell us about The Siren of Paris?

The story follows a soul’s transition after death and the war is treated as a life review. This point of view makes the story unique and adds the magical realism elements to the plot. Most of the World War Two Genre is a hero’s journey and treats the war as a testing ground where heroes are made against the evil Germans. Romanticized stories have dominated the fiction of the war in the past twenty years. The Siren of Paris is a story of betrayal within a world of utter moral chaos. This is the second edition, with small minor edits to scenes to sharpen the moralistic tone. The question which the work addresses is the following: Can a soul find rest after such a war?

Can you tell us a little about the characters?

Marc Tolbert is the lead protagonist. He was born at the end of World War One. His family was wealthy and he chooses to study in Europe after a nasty break from a girlfriend in 1938. He is common as there were 1000’s of Americans traveling back and forth between Europe at the outbreak of the war. Once the war began, most found themselves trapped by the circumstances with many never surviving. The characters of the Siren are historical people, some famous at the time, operating within the normal context of the war. This also includes all the animals which appear in the story, most of all the white Angora rabbit on the RMS Lancastria.

Where is this book set and why did you choose that location?

I was involved in missing person’s research of the war for my family. Most of the facts of the war presented in The Siren of Paris I had no idea of when I started my search. Our stories of the war are mythic and often focused upon military campaigns. The facts that I undiscovered when searching revealed a war that was a moral apocalypse of unimaginable scale. As an example, as before the fall of Paris, the city was inundated by fleeing refugees of Belgium and Netherlands. This included live stock in the form of sheep, cows, pigs and goats. Paris was bombed with leaflets promising to close all banks sending the public into a panic. Everyone became a target including a traveling circus on the road leaving Paris.

How can people benefit from reading The Siren of Paris?

There are several benefits to reading The Siren of Paris. First, it is the only novel that I am aware of that treats certain acts of the war, such as the sinking of RMS Lancastria realistically. Romanticized stories of the war are entertaining however are not accurate representations of the true chaos, moral failures of people, and events of the war. The story appears to have a healing effect of closure for those with family members who have experienced tragedies.

Is The Siren of Paris your only book?

Today it is the only work in public, but I am currently in editing phase of a second novel title The Flower of Chamula. The new story addresses the topic of generational trauma, war, and massacres of the innocents. It is set during the Mexican uprising of the Zapatista during the 1990s.

Thank you so much for this interview, David. What’s next for you?

I have started research into a new historical horror fiction work of the 1970’s. A few of the books that provide the research materials are rare and several hundred dollars. The zeitgeist of the period is one of political and social uncertainty. The protagonist is a young FBI officer who finds himself among a group of Western Ranchers seeking to protect their cattle at night from a terrifying force. The accounts are fascinating as well as government documentation. Every cow multination was given full autopsy. Everyone wants to know, but also has a direct interest in covering up the truth.

Tucker May is a writer of mystery novels, whodunit short stories and all kinds of fun, puzzling tales. Murders, crimes, and mysteries abound. He grew up in Missouri then attended Northwestern University in Evanston, IL. He’s a diehard fan of the Los Angeles Rams and Geelong Cats. He lives in Pasadena, CA with his wife Barbara and their cat Principal Spittle. He is the author of The Lemon House Murders and Death of a Billionaire

Interview:

Can you tell us a little about yourself? Are you a full time author?

My name is Tucker May. I’m a Texas-born, Missouri-raised author who now lives in Pasadena, California with my wife Barbara and our cat, Principal Spittle. I’m an alcoholic in recovery with over four years of sobriety under my belt at this point. I’ve been drawn to writing since I was a small child and started writing short plays for the neighborhood kids to put on. I ended up attending college at Northwestern University to study Theater, but my heart has always driven me back to writing. I’m very happy to be taking steps toward making that my true livelihood.

Can you tell us about The Lemon House Murders?

The Lemon House Murders is a thinking person’s murder mystery novel. In its pages readers will find the requisite clues, red herrings and shocking twists that make mystery such a beloved genre. They will also find challenging moral dilemmas and intriguing philosophical arguments wrapped into the narrative and the character journeys. It’s a whodunnit that aims to both entertain and raise questions about how our society treats some of our most vulnerable citizens: those who struggle with addiction.

Can you tell us a little about the characters?

The central character is a young man raised in a deeply religious and highly sheltered environment. He finds himself dropped into a world unlike anything he’s ever known: a live-in drug rehabilitation facility where most of the men have only agreed to live in order to avoid extended prison sentences. When his fellow residents begin dying in suspicious ways, he takes it upon himself to find answers. In doing so, he’s forced to confront his own assumptions about these men and even himself. In the end, he’ll question everything he thought he knew about this world we all have to share together.

Around him swirls a colorful cast of recovering addicts, many of whom are inspired by men I met personally during my time in addiction treatment.

Where is this book set and why did you choose that location?

This book is set almost entirely within the confines of Lemon House, a low-rent, bargain budget addiction treatment facility in the Koreatown neighborhood of Los Angeles. While the story itself is fully fictional, the setting is not. Nearly everything about Lemon House comes straight from the low-rent, bargain budget addiction treatment facility that I myself lived in for months back in 2022. This is my most personal novel to date, as it explores ideas that I struggled with while first getting sober and the setting is pulled from my own personal memories.

How can people benefit from reading The Lemon House Murders?

I hope that readers of The Lemon House Murders will, first and foremost, be entertained. It is a gripping mystery tale that will keep readers guessing until the shocking final reveal. I also hope that it can help people realize that individuals who struggle with addiction are not lost causes, but rather interesting, engaging and full human beings with just as much potential and promise as anyone else. Everyone needs help from time to time. It’s a true shame that our society tends to so deeply stigmatize addiction treatment. Addiction is not a personal or moral failure. It is a misfiring of the feedback mechanisms naturally wired into our brains. It could happen to anyone if only their life had taken a slightly different track. I hope this novel can help better our collective understanding of these issues.

Is The Lemon House Murders your only book?

My first mystery novel, Death of a Billionaire, follows a man wrongly accused of murdering the world’s most prominent tech billionaire. The accused man’s attempts to prove his innocence bring him to the brink of losing everything he was fighting for in the first place. Will he find the true culprit? And if it costs him everything he holds dear, will it still be worth it? Intertwined is a secondary mystery surrounding the identity of the novel’s narrator. Death of a Billionaire can be purchased here: https://a.co/d/04XQZzhu

Thank you so much for this interview, Tucker. What’s next for you?

My third novel, The Last Dead Guy In Hell, is a missing person mystery. It explores the question: can a person live a full, meaningful life without succumbing to the all-consuming ambition that drives late-stage capitalist societies? It is due out in late 2026 or early 2027. Visit tuckermay.com to sign up for updates on this and future works if you would like.

Where to purchase the book:

The Lemon House Murders is available here: https://a.co/d/0bK8AX0m

Where to find Tucker:

Follow Tucker on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/tuckermaymysteries/

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