Monday, August 29, 2016

Taking a Break From Aug 29 - Sept 9

Hi, Everyone,

Kit ‘N Kabookle will be on break for the next two weeks. I’ll be back and posting the week of September 12. Until then, have fun browsing older content, and just a heads up, I may be delayed in responding to emails.


Thursday, August 25, 2016


by Jason Werberloff

7 stolen organs.
1 vengeful victim.
A gruesome sci-fi thriller.

Organ scrubbing was a bloody job, but somebody had to do it. Daniel, an orphan from the Gutter, was put to work scrubbing kidneys at aged twelve. The job had its perks: a warm bed, Law and Order reruns, and an all-you-can-eat Mopane worm buffet.

Until the Orphanage stole Daniel’s parts, and sold them on the organ market.

Now Daniel has grown up, and yearns to become whole again. The cybernetic organ replacements just aren’t the same – he needs his parts back. But the new owners of his organs won’t give them up. Not without a fight.

Just how far will Daniel go to regain his missing pieces? And how much more of himself will he lose along the way?

Defragmenting Daniel is a cyberpunk crime thriller that will unnerve you. Every part of you.

“A work of great imagination. Powerful and gripping.” “A stark and moving experience.”
–, 5 Star Review

The sun beat down on the crown of Daniel’s mop of thick, black hair. The hanging smoke in the air thickened. His left eye cried. His lungs protested, spasming as he penetrated deeper into the warzone. About a hundred yards into New Settlers Ways, the sweet stink of burning flesh competed with the smoke. Daniel remembered that smell from the operating theatre, when they’d removed his amygdala. But it was stronger here. Omnidirectional. As though the entire area were a seeping wound, and the sun its surgeon.

Daniel tried to count. To find sevens in the chaos. But the buildings weren’t in rows or columns. There was no order here.

We had you cleaned

We had you eat

He rubbed his eye. Tried to bury the memory of the song.

We love your toes

We love your meat

Odin crawled out of the rucksack and perched on Daniel’s shoulder. They surveyed the destruction together. Daniel could hardly feel the cat’s claws burrowing into his clavicle.

“No good,” said Daniel, echoing the old shopkeeper.

He walked over to one of the mounds of rubble. Heat radiating from the stones baked his cheeks.

Odin meowed. Dug his claws deeper into Daniel’s chest.

“What do you want here?” called out a voice.

Odin darted into the satchel as Daniel whirled around. His cybernetic knee grinded with the sudden turn.

“You have no business here,” said a man. He wore a holey t-shirt and a week-long beard. His eyes were swollen. Frantic.

“I’m looking for Porcu–”

“We don’t need your help,” hissed the Holey Man.

“I’m not here to help. I’m looking for Porcuperry Road.”

“You PeoPle …” The man spat his P’s “… from up north think you better than us. What with your implanted parts and such.” He nosed the air in the general direction of Daniel’s cybernetic knee.

“Sir, I mean no disrespect, but I don’t like my knee. I’d rather have my original.”

The filthy man’s eyes snapped back to Daniel’s face. “What’s that you say?”

“The Orphanage took my parts to pay my debt. I never wanted the replacements they gave me.” Daniel flexed his leg. The joint wheezed as he lowered it slowly to the earth.

“Hmmm.” The Holey Man stroked his grizzled chin. He had a gash along the bottom of his arm. Were those maggots wiggling along the edges? The man needed a good scrub of Rejek.

“What was it you’re looking for?” asked the Holey Man.

“84 Porcuperry Road.”

“Porcuperry was … fi-si-seven blocks down.”

Daniel’s heart quickened. He eyed the broken streets. Doubted he’d be able to make out city blocks in this mess.

The man sighed. “I’ll take you.” He turned on his feet and walked off, not waiting to see if Daniel followed.

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Human. Male. From an obscure planet in the Milky Way Galaxy. Sci-fi novelist with a PhD in philosophy. Likes chocolates, Labradors, and zombies (not necessarily in that order). Werbeloff spends his days constructing thought experiments, while trying to muster enough guilt to go to the gym.

He's written two novels, Hedon and The Solace Pill, and the short story anthology, Obsidian Worlds. His books will make your brain hurt. And you'll come back for more.

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Wednesday, August 17, 2016


by B. Truly

Eclipsed by darkness, the Romelands must face the ultimate quest. If they are forced toward the umbra peak, they will be completely obscured.

Symone struggles with her most challenging battles … the conflict within herself. Losing loved ones steals part of her soul. Despair has created a gaping hole where her heart should be. Symone doesn’t even recognize herself. She has to determine if this is the person she’s turned into, or if it is who she has always been.

Nile is an attractive aristocrat whose charm and arrogance drives Symone insane. Beyond Symone’s control, Nile is spun into her life. But she’s not sure if she can have a relationship with him or where that could lead her. Embracing love could make her whole again, but it may also destroy her. Symone must travel through the opaque light in order to find where her destiny lies.

Symone’s family, Shiray and Syira, continue to fight in the feuds of their galaxy. Together they have to find the balance between compassion and sacrifice. Kadanans are being held captive, and they hold the fate of their world in their hands. They have only begun to understand the consequences of the devastating realities of war.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend, is the philosophy the Romelands now abide by. With chaos and turmoil at every corner, they may forget what is worth fighting for. The surge for power has erupted. Only the strongest race will be left standing.


Chapter 12

* * * Symone * * *

Another punt to his manhood for that remark. Then I plunged my knife straight into his heart. The glow around his irises vanished. He hit the ground with a thud. I felt some relief that Nile was on his feet, fighting the others. It was short-lived because someone grabbed me from behind in a bear hug. He lifted me off the floor, squeezing the life out of me. I moaned loudly. Nile called to me but could not help, still fending for himself. This bastard was enormous. He was bound to break something in me. I threw my head backward and head-butted him. He loosened his grasp, enough for me to break free, and I was now somehow behind him. He turned around fast. His legs were spread apart. With my knife in my palm, I slid on my back between his legs. As I went through them, I thrust my arm upward, slicing his manliness.

The sound he made was horrid, but I finished him off quickly. I retrieved the laser he’d dropped, putting him out of his misery. Nile used his kinesis. Another male soared into the rock-made wall. His head cracked as he fell, dead. A female several feet away was about to blast Nile. Milliseconds later, I was right next to her. I executed my shot faster. She was now dead also. Nile’s hazels dilated.

“You okay?” he asked. I nodded. “Come on. Let’s get out of here before we’re waylaid again.”

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ABOUT B. Truly

B Truly has wanted to be an author since she was fifteen years old and is grateful to have accomplished this dream. She has very vivid dreams and a wild imagination. She likes to read, watch tons of TV shows, and movies. She is addicted to romance and gets a thrill out of action and suspense. She writes New Adult, Fantasy, Sci-fi, and Paranormal-Romance.

In the Sonar series, B Truly said, “It was fun to explore different elements of Sci-fi romance and create various realms of powers for my characters. I want to show my readers that Sci-fi can be fun, but also traumatic. I hope you guys enjoy the Sonar Series.”

B Truly has three wonderful children and a husband who defines the person she is today. She works full-time as an Ultrasound technologist in Sugarland, Texas.

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Tuesday, August 16, 2016

DANCE WITH ME by Hazel Hughes

by Hazel Hughes

When ambitious reporter Sherry Wilson-Wong agrees to dancer Alexi Davydenko’s naughty drinking game, she’s only thinking about getting her story. But Alexi has a hidden agenda and secret ties to the Russian Mob. Though Sherry has never let anything stand in her way, this time getting the scoop might mean losing her heart. Or her life.

Sherry half wanted to say the hell with it. It wasn’t her beat. What did she care? She could ask the PR agent’s questions, turn out a story no more memorable than the stale donuts they sold at Penn station, then go back to doing what she did best. But she smelled a story. Alexi’s rapid departure from the Royal Ballet. The American Ballet Company’s near bankruptcy. They were connected, somehow. Besides, something about the man sitting across from her, his long legs stretched out like an invitation, that cocky smirk on his face … she couldn’t let him win.

“I’ll tell you what, Alexi,” she said, leaning forward and giving him the same smile that had made Glenn do everything shy of leaving his wife to have her. “I’ll ask you these BS questions that you can answer in your sleep. But for every one of these questions, you let me ask you one of my own.”

He returned her smile and leaned in toward her, elbows on the table. “That sounds like it might take more than half an hour.”

His face was inches from hers, but she didn’t move. That would be like admitting defeat. “It might,” she said. “But we have this whole bottle to get through.”

“Well, Sherry,” he said, his accent making her name sound enticingly exotic, “Right now, I am the only one going through this bottle. So I will tell you what. I will answer your questions. But for every question I answer, you drink. And not this little drink.” He pursed his lips, mimicking her delicate sip. “Like this.” He tilted his head and knocked back the shot, draining his glass.

“Done.” She met his challenging smile with one of her own.

“But not only this.” He leaned in closer still, his gaze playing over her face. Eyes. Lips. His voice was low, teasing. “For every question I answer, a kiss.”

“A kiss?” She laughed. He had to be joking. His smile dropped, and his eyes searched hers. He wasn’t.

“Yes,” he said. “Like this.” He closed the gap between them in an instant. His lips brushed hers just for a second, feather-light, leaving an electric trail. He leaned back slowly and looked at her with that measuring stare again.

Sherry brought her fingertips to her mouth. Her heart was pounding so hard she could almost hear it. Blood and heat rushed to her cheeks. She knew she should say no. This game of his was beyond unprofessional. But Sherry wanted this story. What was more, she wanted another kiss.

She pushed her glass toward him, willing her lips not to tremble as she gave him her best cool girl smile. “Fill ‘er up.”


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You Are What You Drink

We human beings like to make judgements, don’t we?

Forget judging a book by its cover, though research shows we overwhelmingly do that, both with actual books and with people. We categorize people based on what kind of car they drive, where they shop, whether they have a dog or a cat or a goldfish.

We even make assumptions about people based on their favorite drink.

If I tell you my favorite drink is a Bacardi Breezer, you can picture what kind of woman I am, can’t you?

I probably have a clothes in every color of My Little Pony. I’m under 25, or wish I was. I like my jeans tight and neckline low. My default expression is a smile and I laugh often and loudly, especially at dirty jokes.

Or what if I say that my drink is single malt whiskey, neat.

I read voraciously, but only nonfiction. I’m probably single and like it that way. I look great in a pencil-skirt but the only time you’ll catch me wearing one is to somebody’s funeral. I don’t do weddings.

As a writer, those assumptions are fun to play with.

Take Alexi, the Ukrainian hero of my soon-to-be released romantic suspense, Dance with Me. Sure, he drinks vodka. So far, so expected. But his beverage of choice is a cup of builders’ - strong black tea with sugar and a splash of milk – a taste he acquired during his eight years dancing for the Royal Ballet in London.

Or Sherry, the Singaporean-American heroine. Though she grew up in sophisticated Manhattan, she’s not into trendy. Rhubarb martini? No, thanks. She’ll take a Bud in the bottle. And this newspaper reporter runs on Starbucks, unable to start her day without a Venti Latte.

You know nothing more than where they come from, what they do and what they drink. But you already know what kind of people they are, don’t you?

And me? These days I’m all about Earl Grey tea and Bombay Sapphire Gin. (Not together!) One is a soothing lift in the early afternoon and the other a liquid shoulder rub at the end of a long day.

Both are a little bit quirky. Strongly perfumed with a hint of bitterness. And maybe just a touch old fashioned. Kind of like me.

Chilly London Fog

1 C. strong brewed Earl Grey tea
½ C. cold milk
½ tsp. vanilla extract
Sweetener of choice (to taste)
Combine all ingredients and serve in a tall glass over ice.


1 oz. Bombay Sapphire Dry Gin
1 oz. Campari
1 oz. Martini & Rossi Sweet Vermouth
Shake with ice and strain into a rocks glass with one or two cubes of ice and an orange twist.

Hazel Hughes is a contemporary erotic romance writer and urban nomad. Born in London, Hazel has lived all over the globe, from the wilds of Northern Ontario and the cornfields of Iowa to the concrete jungles of Seoul and Abu Dhabi. Currently, she is living in New York, writing from wherever there is strong coffee and funky beats. When she’s not laying down steamy scenes on the page, you can find her whipping up hot and spicy concoctions in the kitchen or dancing to the beat of her own drummer.

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Thursday, August 11, 2016


by Liz Keal

After losing everything, all seventeen-year-old Thea wanted was to be a normal teenager. Instead, she was attacked by a mysterious creature she thought only existed in fairy tales. Now thrown into the unknown realm of Faey, Thea is forced to determine the difference between reality and fantasy, in a world ruled by a dark elite and a society wracked by intolerance and prejudice. With the support of her new friends and a mysterious dark haired, blue-eyed guardian watching her every move, Thea will discover that when it comes to Faey, nothing is what it seems. Will her courage and desire to save this new world from darkness be enough? Or will Thea be the next victim to fall to the dark whispers of fate...

“No!” I screamed. It had happened again. This was the fourth night in a row I had woken up with a start, beads of sweat dampening my forehead and a sick feeling swirling in my stomach. Rubbing my face whilst trying to sit up I thought back to the same terrifying dream that had been haunting me for weeks now. Not that I expected it to be any other way. I mean, watching your parents die in a car crash will have that effect on you. The difference was that I was supposed to have died. I know it sounds crazy but there was no way I should have survived that; yet I had, and I was sure that the only reason I was still alive was because of the bright light that had emanated from my body.

We were supposed to have been setting off on a three-month expedition around India, but only got as far as our local town in Montana before it happened. One minute I was sitting in the back of the car fiddling with my iPod and the next second I’d heard Mom screaming. I’d looked up just in time to see a car skidding along on the road before it hit us side-on, flipping us into a ditch. Even now the fear I’d felt at the time – the fear of what was to come – still swallows me whole. Time had seemed to slow down as I had watched my mom and dad being thrown around as the car had turned upside down. Our screams had been overwhelming and I’d been reaching my breaking point, when suddenly all went silent and I had been engulfed in a bright, orange glow that had blinded me. Everything after that was hazy. I remember smacking my head on the window, which had been followed by an unbearable pain that had made my skull feel as though it would explode. I put my hand to my forehead, feeling a warm and sticky liquid trickling down the side of my face. Putting my hand out in front of me, I saw it was blood, but my fuzzy brain couldn’t comprehend what I was seeing. It was at that point black spots started to creep into my vision, making everything seem blurry.

Then, however much I tried to stay awake, the darkness won and I slipped out of consciousness.

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I live in Surrey, England, a short walk from the beautiful Windsor Park, with my husband Richard and our two gorgeous children Noah and Olivia. For me, writing is nothing short of an addiction and I often find myself sneaking out to my writing shed for just a few minutes, which can often turn into hours of pure, unadulterated bliss catching up with my characters and continuing their story. In-between writing, I teach in a primary school where there’s never a dull moment! I will also often be found Kindle in hand, reading a wide variety of genres but with YA fantasy and paranormal romance at the forefront of my reading list. Although I’m currently writing the second book in the Driel trilogy, other characters involving all things fantasy, paranormal and YA romance are jockeying for position, wanting me to write their story next, so watch this space! It is such a privilege to share my stories with you the reader. Thank you enough for taking the time to find out more about me.

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Thursday, August 4, 2016


by Sharolyn G. Brown

Roxal has spent her life using her Dream Traveler ability in service to Trebor’s gods, The Keepers. Even after she learns they aren’t all powerful like she was taught, she dutifully continues to manipulate an Earth woman named Lauren to do their bidding. Roxal’s content pretending to be a loyal follower, until her mate’s activities with a rebel faction put both of their lives in jeopardy.

Meanwhile on Earth, Lauren is struggling to find balance at work and at home. To make matters worse, she develops an acute case of insomnia which disrupts her life. While trying to cure her condition, Lauren discovers that not only do aliens exist, but that she’s been in contact with one for most of her life. And that’s just for starters.

Now Lauren’s world is turned upside down. And Roxal has to figure out if she can harness the survival instincts which before told her to hide and use it to now fight for her survival.

In the dark, with their sleeping unit’s covering pulled up to their necks, Roxal placed her hands against Edo’s naked stomach and used them to communicate.

What has happened? Roxal asked in the hand signal language Edo had taught her. Why are the Reps looking for traitors now?

I am not sure, exactly. I thought it too dangerous to meet with my Resistor contacts after the assembly. But... he paused during his response.

But what? she prodded.

Roxal, you have always asked that I not give you details because you did not want to get involved. The questions you are asking will get you involved.

This time Roxal paused before answering Edo because he was right. Even after her moment of defiance and after learning their gods were fake, and that her mission with Lauren was a lie, and that she was actually a slave, Roxal had asked him to not give her any details on the activities of the Resistors. She had thought that by not knowing any of the details about the Resistors, she could keep herself safe by denying membership. However, today had shown her otherwise. The sight of the Helper pleading for her life while declaring her innocence had shown Roxal that there was no such thing as being safe.

She finally admitted to herself, that as a slave to The Keepers and the Reps, her life was forfeit from the moment she was created. Appeasing her gods and the Reps could keep her alive. But if they ever decided that she should die, she now knew there was nothing she could say or do to stop it.


-What inspired you to become a writer?

I’ve always told myself stories; I just never figured anyone would be interested in hearing them. Then I read an interview with Stephenie Meyer. And when she said essentially the same thing, it gave me the idea that maybe people would be interested. Next, I was reading a novel by Octavia Butler and the dedication said ‘To Lynn – write.' Lynn is my nickname, so it truly felt like it was sign. I started writing about my weird idea, and it became a novel.

-If you could visit your book’s world for a day, what one thing would you do?

I would want to go to my alien planet, Trebor. I had all of these ideas about what the planet would look like, and I would love to see them in real life.

-Give us a fun or interesting fact you learned researching this book.

This fact isn’t fun, but I definitely found it interesting. There’s a part in the story where a computer is being hacked. So, I looked up information on hacking on Google. In one article it talked about how long it would take to figure out a password using the brute force method, generating every possible combination of passwords for a given number of characters.

Well, it really shocked me that for an 8 character password, if you only used lowercase letters, it could be cracked, on average, in 2.42 days. Whereas if you use all characters (uppercase, lowercase, and special characters), that same 8 character password would take 2.1 centuries, on average. Yes, by adding one capital letter and one special character, like an *, you increase the amount of time it takes to brute force hack a password from days to centuries.

And yes, that made me start changing all of my passwords

-Which of your characters would you go out for drinks and/or pizza with?

I’d probably go out for drinks with Lauren. She’s a pretty driven person. And now, there’s this secret world that she finds out about. I’d love to hear what she thinks about it, and about the choices she has to make.

-What do you enjoy reading in your free time?

I mainly read sci-fi and fantasy in my free time. I love reading about other worlds, or paranormal abilities, or interesting twists on our world. Occasionally I’ll read non-fiction books like Freakonomics by Steven D. Levitt and Stephen J. Dubner and Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell. I enjoy books like these because they help me understand how people think. And knowing how people think helps me to write better characters.

-Is there a genre you could never write? Which and why?

I could never write non-fiction or historical sci-fi. It’s much easier for me to dream up new things and places than to have to restrict myself to historical fact. I have a lot of respect for writers who can do this.


Sharolyn G. Brown is a lifelong science fiction and fantasy fan who decided the best way to deal with all of the characters in her head was to give them stories and put them in a book. She lives with her husband in Houston, Texas where she divides her time between working, writing, and spending time with him.

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Wednesday, August 3, 2016

RIKER'S CALLING by Rico Lamoureux

by Rico Lamoureux

From school bullies to the crime-ridden streets of his hometown of Los Angeles, Jeremy Riker has always felt the need to do something about the injustice surrounding him. Just as he sets out on his journey as an urban warrior, he unknowingly gives rise to an obsessive adversary, who ends up becoming one of the most notorious serial killers the city has ever known. Dubbed by the news media as The Spyderco Killer, the methodical psychopath roots himself deep into Riker's life for the long haul, until his own madness propels everything into an intense climax.

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-What inspired you to become a writer?

As with most writers, that initial spark was lit as a result of a love for reading. This is how I piled up extra credit back in elementary and middle school, with book reports, not knowing at the time that I was absorbing the key elements of great storytelling—interesting characters, engaging plots, a variety of structure—all of which were the building blocks to the solid foundation I had by the time I picked up a pen to write my own stories.

-What draws you to your genre(s) of choice?

Funny you should ask, as I am a multi-genre author. I know, there seems to be some stigma out there for those who call themselves such, which goes back to the old truth that the world will only allow you to have one talent, and a specific one at that. You can’t win ‘em all, but for the most part my diverse work as received great feedback across the board, across the genres. I grew up absorbing story from a variety of genres, so it was only natural for me to become a multi-genre author.

-Give us a fun or interesting fact you learned researching this book.

A Private Investigator and a Private Detective is the same thing, depending on what U.S. state you live in. Since Riker is from California, he’s referred to as the former, a P.I.

-Which of your characters would you go out for drinks and/or pizza with?

I’d have to say Jaime, the female tattoo artist, since we’re both artists at heart. She’s young, but a wise one, and can be pretty damn funny too!

-Is it true that you plan to get your first tattoo soon? Did Jaime influence you?

Yeah, she kinda did-LOL! But the main reason is to show a milestone, if this book becomes a bestseller. It’ll be the Riker’s Calling cover right there on my right forearm! So yeah, would REALLY appreciate everyone’s help out there to acquire this achievement

-For aspiring writers, any tips?

You should always keep the two following sayings in mind:

‘Opinions are like assholes, everybody has one.’ So don’t let the bad ones get you too down. Go to a site like Goodreads and look up your favorite book. You’re guaranteed to see a wide spectrum of reviews. From those who think like you, giving the book an enthusiastic 5-star rating, to other readers who see it as nothing but a waste of time, throwing out a star or two to show their dissatisfaction. You can’t please everyone, so don’t stress yourself trying.

Second quote: ‘Take what is useful, disregard the rest.’ From the wise Bruce Lee. Sometimes you’ll get feedback that actually helps. Take it, absorb it, use it. For all else, delete and never look back.


Rico Lamoureux has loved story from as far back as he can remember. He first tried his hand at telling his own tales while in grade school, and it was during this time when he first heard, by his educators, that one could do anything they set their mind to. Rico believed them, and to this day, some thirty years later, he's still as passionate about the art and craft of storytelling as ever before, sharing his enthusiasm by writing novellas that engage, excite, and enlighten. The author writes in a multitude of genres, and his latest work, an intense Crime Thriller called Riker's Calling, is now available for preorder on Amazon. Much of his work can also be found at

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