Free This Week – Nucor, Season of the Moon’s-Invasion Book One.

Invasion

Nucor – Season of the Moons, Book One: Invasion Kindle Edition

Thomas Hardwick—ultra intelligent, strong, good looking and just an all around good guy has problems. Lizards are invading his planet and he has to organize a bunch of boneheaded, stubborn, prejudice races together to fight off the invaders. Not only that, slug like creatures take over his mechanized living quarters, a witch is trying foil his efforts, and he can’t remember much of anything about his past without getting angry and passing out.

Featured Author of The Week – Ella Medler

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Ella Medler is a U.K. author and free-lance editor. She writes fiction in more than one genre in a seemingly vain attempt to slow down her overactive brain enough to write non-fiction on subjects she knows a thing or two about. She also does not believe in the starchy use of English and ignores the type of rule that doesn’t allow for a sentence to be finished in a preposition. Her books – whatever genre they may be – are action-driven. Well-developed, multi-layered characters are her forte.
Loves: freedom.
Hates: her inner censor.

New Release – The Powterosian War (Neuyokkasinian Arc of Empire Series) (Volume 5) by C. Craig Coleman

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The Powterosian War (Neuyokkasinian Arc of Empire Series) (Volume 5) Paperback – May 27, 2015

New Release, Ramsey’s Gold (Drake Ramsey Book 1) by Russell Blake

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Ramsey’s Gold (Drake Ramsey Book 1) Kindle Edition

Childhood

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Childhood

by Cleve Sylcox

Today I went,
Back in time.
To a place,
With many rhymes.

To my childhood,
Laying upon a hill.
Watching clouds drift by,
I got a chill.

Tall trees swayed and waved,
At the clouds as they made their way.

Birds chased bugs,
Bees did hum,
Grasshoppers hopped,
Chewing their gum.

I laid in the grass,
For many hours,
Watching clouds,
As they towered.

Giraffes and elephants,
Floated by,
Dragons breathing fire,
Burning the sky.

I hated to leave,
To get up and go,
But I’m old man,
With no seeds to sow.

I made my way,
Into the house,
Where I wrote,
About a mouse.

But on occasion,
I stared and watched the clouds,
Thought about life on the hill,
And cried out loud.