Saturday, October 22, 2016

The Poppy McGuire Mysteries by Anina Collins

 by Anina Collins

Genre: Mystery

Poppy McGuire has always been a curious soul, but it's her life that's usually the topic of conversation in the small town of Sunset Ridge. But now one of the town's most important citizens has been found murdered, and everyone's life is suspect.

What begins as a friendly wager with her old friend Officer Derek Hampton soon becomes far more for Poppy, and she turns to Alex Montero for help, but the enigmatic former Baltimore cop's quiet way hides as many secrets as each suspect they encounter.

Everyone in Sunset Ridge has something to hide, but Poppy and Alex are determined to uncover the identity of the murderer. They just have to watch that they don't become the next victims.

I inhaled the delicious smell of my favorite coffee. The man certainly knew how to come bearing gifts first thing in the morning. But then it dawned on me. We’d never had coffee together, so how did he know this was my favorite? Lucky guess?

Taking it from him, I asked, “How did you know how to get it?"

Alexander gave me a sly smile that somehow made him even more attractive. “I’m a detective. It’s my job to know things like that.”

Oh, he was entirely too confident.

I offered him a seat at my kitchen table and took a drink of the dark roast coffee made exactly as I liked it—two sugars, three creamers, and ice. In fact, the temperature told me he’d gotten the number of ice cubes right too. Three. But how?

“So Mr. I’m a Detective, how did you know to get it just the right temperature and exactly the way I take it? I’m a pretty particular coffee drinker.”

Another smile, but this one was slow to spread across his face and so charming I almost looked away, worried I might blush at any moment. Almost. I didn’t look away, though, because I wanted the answer to my question.

“I pay attention to what goes on around me. I was sitting in The Grounds one morning when you came in and ordered that very particular cup of coffee. It stayed with me from that day.”

Still quite shocked at his even being there in my kitchen, I leveled my gaze on him and tried to determine if he was telling the truth or just trying to charm me. “So you’re telling me that you remembered the exact way I take my coffee, even though you didn’t know me from a can of paint…when did you hear this anyway?”

“A week or so ago.”

“From a week ago, when I was a perfect stranger to you and simply some person ordering a coffee, you remembered that this morning and got me my coffee just like I like it?”

He chuckled. “Yes, and the girl behind the counter knew how you took your coffee when I told her it was for you. I’d forgotten how many ice cubes, if we’re being honest.”

I took another sip of coffee and couldn’t help but smile. He probably charmed the pants off Jennie. And he probably didn’t have to remember anything about how I took my coffee because he just told her it was for me.

Detective indeed.

“So what are you doing here, Alexander?”

The smile slowly faded, and after taking a drink from his cup, he lowered his head slightly and looked me directly in the eyes. “I came to apologize for what happened last night.”

This guy had the most delicious brown eyes I’d ever seen. Brown like expensive milk chocolate, and at that moment, I felt myself getting lost in those eyes.

Snap out of it, Poppy! This isn’t some high school date. If he’s willing to make peace, maybe you can get his help on the case, so get your head out of the clouds and say something!

I turned away to break our shared gaze and then looked back at him. “I guess I should apologize too. I should have handled that differently. I’m sorry.”

“I am too. I shouldn’t have pulled my gun on you, and for that, I’m truly sorry. I have no excuse.”

Something in those eyes of his told me he did have an excuse but he wasn’t going to tell me. All the better because I sensed hurt lay behind how he acted.

Extending my hand, I offered my own olive branch. “No harm, no foul. Maybe if we pretend like we’re meeting for the first time we can put those other times behind us. Hi, I’m Poppy. Nice to meet you.”

That slow smile returned, and he took my hand in his to shake it. “Hi, Poppy. I’m Alexander, but my friends call me Alex.”

“Hi, Alex.”

And with those two words, everything between us changed.

What a fun read!

Poppy (our heroine) is woken by a police siren, way too early in the morning.

First, she calls her dad, to make sure he’s okay and then she goes to investigate.

Poppy lives in Sunset Ridge, a small town where everyone knows each other and their secrets…or do they?  Do they truly know one another, because someone just killed Geneva Woodward, one of the wealthiest women in town, and to Poppy’s eye, the death seemed personal.

Poppy and a handsome, but not interested in getting involved with anyone, big city detective become partners. Alex sees great potential in Poppy’s skills as a detective, and she know all the players and they’ll talk to her. So the two set out solving the crime, never mind that neither are actually Sunset police officers.

Two brothers she grew up with ARE Sunset officers. Dominick, the police chief, warns her off the case, and his younger brother Derick lets her play detective, (which she proves better at).

They acquire several potential murderers, but no evidence.
Then Poppy researches and finds a connection between a powerful man in the town and the murder victim. But is he the murderer?

The closer they get to the truth, the closer they get to being killed.

I enjoyed this story. The author didn’t reveal the guilty too early and the number of potentials were reasonable.  I was a little sad that the budding relationship between Alex and Poppy didn’t pan out,  maybe that will happen in a future book.

I give this a 4.5 rounding up to a five.


While life in Sunset Ridge is quaint and charming during the day, what happens after the sun goes down might shock the citizens of this small town. Things are heating up in Poppy McGuire's home town, and it isn't just the July weather.

Poppy and her new partner Alex have their eyes opened to the realities of Sunset Ridge after dark when a traveling salesman is murdered in his room at the Hotel Piermont, a common destination for cheating spouses on the outskirts of town. When they find out what he sells, the mystery gets even more interesting.

I found Alex standing in Room 307 with the coroner discussing the man hunched over the desk on the far wall with a kitchen knife sticking out of his back. The room looked orderly, other than the fact that a dead man was the focal point of it. The bed with its green and yellow geometric print bedspread neatly stretched across it looked as if no one had slept in it recently, and the victim’s single piece of luggage sat open and neatly packed on the stand near the closet just inside the door.

All in all, if there wasn’t a murder victim sitting there, the entire scene would look perfectly normal, albeit a bit too OCD for my taste. After spending months learning from my partner, though, I knew by the intense expression he wore as his eyes scanned the room that what surrounded the man with the knife in his back was anything but normal.

The coroner, an older man named Donny, smiled at me as he returned to examining the victim. Alex walked over to where I stood in the doorway, and in his usual calm way asked, “What took you so long?”

As I reached into my bag for a pair of gloves, I explained, “My boss. He’s a talker, so I couldn’t get here any sooner. Sorry.”

He smiled and nodded toward the coroner as he flipped through an empty brown wallet. “No problem, but I had to ask Donny to drag his feet since I wanted you to see this before he carted the victim off to the morgue.”

“Sorry, Donny. So what do we know?”

Alex thumbed through his little notebook and began reading. “As the victim sat at the desk doing work, the murderer stabbed him in the back with a knife from his room service tray he’d had delivered earlier last night around seven, according to the hotel. He was also stabbed about a dozen times more, all on various locations on his back. He was found by housekeeping at ten this morning when they came by to clean the room and didn’t see a Do Not Disturb sign on the door. We’ve dusted for prints, and I’ll be waiting to hear from the lab about them.”

“That’s a lot of stabbing. Seems like overkill.”

Looking up from his notes, he gave me a look that told me my flippant remark wasn’t helping. “So what do you think happened to Mr. Canton Walters here?”

I slipped on the same kind of blue latex gloves Alex wore and moved across the room. Looking over the thin man with curly blond hair and a knife in his back, I said the first thing that came to my mind. “I think this guy had at least one enemy who finally took that last step last night. Maybe something he did pushed them over the line. If I had to take a guess, I’d say a female.”

“Really? Why?”

I turned back to face Alex and knew he was quizzing me in his own way, so I took the challenge. “Men are more forthright and aggressive. There’s something sneaky to stabbing someone in the back as they sit at a desk doing work. That screams a woman to me.”

Donny lifted his head at my explanation and gave me a skeptical look. “She’d have to be a pretty strong woman. It takes some power to get a knife of any kind through muscles, and this knife is in there deep.”

“Well, I amend my statement then. A big woman. Maybe there’s a female weightlifting team staying in the area?”

Alex guided me toward the windows and out of the way of Donny and his men as they prepared to cart the body out. “I’ve never been to this place until today. You’re my resident historian on this town, so what can you tell me about it?”

“Think midnight rendezvous between secret lovers. Remember Dominick told us that he and Geneva used to meet at a hotel? It’s that kind of place. I’ve only been here once, but I can tell you it looks pretty much the same as when I was here years ago.”

“Have you really?” he asked, his dark eyes wide with interest as he stared down at me.


Controversy sells as much as sex, and nobody knows that better than the local radio morning DJ who loves to talk politics. His shows enrage people, but who hated Lee Reynolds enough to shoot him point blank and leave him for dead in the woods outside of town?

Poppy and Alex have no shortage of suspects and for once aren't at odds on who they like for the crime. But all is not well between the partners. This time, murder has brought with it a new love interest for Poppy, but Alex isn't happy with this turn of events.

Will he lose Poppy, the one person he trusts in Sunset Ridge?

As I reached the three men, I took a deep breath of that heady dead leaf smell and exhaled, surprised at how winded that short walk had left me.

“Whew. I need to get into shape, it seems. No more danishes from The Grounds from this point on,” I joked as Alex and Craig chuckled in response.

“At least you’re in better shape than this poor guy,” Alex said in a somber voice. “No more anything for him.”

I looked down at the ground and saw a man lying face down on his stomach about five feet away. Dressed in jeans, he also wore a dark sport coat with an unmistakable bullet hole and bloodstain through the center right between his shoulder blades. A white bullseye drawn around the hole directed my gaze to it immediately.

Turning to look at Alex, I asked, “Someone think we needed help figuring out what killed him? I’m feeling like we should be insulted.”

He gave me a tiny smile as he tried to remain more professional. “I think the killer had something else in mind. This is Lee Reynolds.”

My head pivoted back to look at the dead man in front of us and I stared down to see something familiar in the body. Lee Reynolds had been the local version of a morning shock jock on AM 790 WXSN for the past five or so years. Offending people on a daily basis had become his trademark. Now the bullseye made sense.

“Wow, I didn’t realize that before now. Did you ever listen to his show?”

Craig leaned around Alex and raised his hand. “I did every morning. It was pretty addictive, actually. I didn’t even agree with most of his opinions on anything, but after the first couple shows, I couldn’t stop myself from listening.”

Looking over at Craig and then over at me, Alex mumbled, “Yeah, like a verbal train wreck. It looks like we’re supposed to believe one of those people he angered with his opinions finally got to him.”

“Do you?”

He stood silently looking down at our latest victim and shrugged. “I believe nothing right now other than Lee Reynolds is dead and someone shot him. Until I hear anything more, that’s all I can believe.”

Donny looked up from where he crouched next to the dead man and said, “Well, I can tell you it was a .38 that killed him and the murderer drew around the wound with what looks like regular sidewalk chalk like kids use to draw with.”

“Did we find the piece of chalk he used?” Alex asked no one in particular.

Craig shook his head. “Nope, not yet. There’s a lot of brush and leaves here, so it might take us a little while.”

“Search this entire area within a few hundred yards. Our murderer may have thought they were smart and threw it as they ran away, assuming they threw it at all.”

“Got it. I’ll let you know what I find,” Craig chirped as he switched on his flashlight and took off to begin his search.

“Can you tell us anything else, Donny?” I asked, hoping some kind of forensic evidence might help us start our investigation.

Even though he didn’t have to answer to me, the coroner for Sunset Ridge always did and always with a smile. “I’m guessing he’s been dead for a couple hours.”


Poppy and Alex come up against their toughest case yet, and they may never be the same again.

When someone close to both Poppy and Alex is found brutally murdered, all the clues point to Alex as the killer. But Poppy knows in her heart that her partner could never commit such a heinous crime. As the evidence begins to mount against him, Poppy must race against the clock to prove that the man she trusts with her very life isn't the murderer, even as everyone around her is convinced of his guilt.

But if Alex isn't the killer, who is? As the mystery unravels, the past and present finally meet in Sunset Ridge.

“Hello?” I groggily mumbled, silently asking why they’d interrupted my sleep.

“Poppy, it’s Derek. I’m sorry to wake you, but something’s happened.”

Hearing his deep voice instead of my father’s or Alex’s surprised me. Pulling the phone from my ear, I looked at the time. 4:17. Why was Derek calling me at four o’clock in the morning?

“What do you mean something’s happened?” I asked as my brain tried to recover from sleep mode.
“I need you to get down to the apartment building across the street from The Eagle. Hurry, okay?”

“What? What are you talking about?” I asked, slowly coming out of my fog, but it was no use. He was gone already.

I hopped out of bed and quickly dressed as my mind kicked into full panic mode and questions exploded one after another. Why was the police chief of Sunset Ridge calling me about something happening in the early hours of the morning? He had officers who handled the overnight shifts and hadn’t worked one since becoming chief nearly a year ago. What awful event had roused him from bed before his usual nine AM arrival at the station?

Then a horrible thought tore through my brain and made tears fill my eyes. Derek would only call me if something had happened to my father. Nothing else would make him involve me in one of his cases.

As I raced down the stairs to head out to my car, I called my father but it went directly to voicemail. That wasn’t normal. My father’s phone was always left on. He was one of those people who never let his phone run out of a charge. Over and over, I called and every time my heart sank a little lower when his comforting voice intoned that same voicemail message he’d had for as long as I could remember.

I backed out of my driveway like a bat out of hell and tore down the road toward the apartment building on Main Street where Derek waited to break the news that I’d lost my father. I wiped the tears rolling down my cheeks, warming the ice cold steering wheel with them. What had happened to him? Why would he have been at that building instead of at his place over the bar? My father hadn’t told me about anyone new in his life recently. Had he met someone at McGuire’s and gone back to her house?

A million ideas flashed through my mind. He’d been told by his doctor right before the holidays that he needed to lower his blood pressure, but his love of salt had continued unabated through Thanksgiving and Christmas. Had he had a heart attack and been found dead?

The last words I said to him echoed in my head as I parked my car a block away because of the police barrier. He’d called right before nine to remind me to turn on my humidifier since the heat had been running in my house and it tended to make it almost unbearably dry. I’d brushed him off because I was thinking of something Alex had mentioned about going to Baltimore for dinner one night this week and told him I’d be sure to get the humidifier running, the idea leaving me as soon as the words left my mouth. I’d then said goodbye and that I loved him, but it had been more rote than anything real and full of feeling.

How could I have been so thoughtless? My last words to him and they’d been nothing more than a daughter’s dismissiveness to the only real family she had left.

I wiped the tears from my cheeks and steeled myself for what Derek had to tell me. Craig stood in the middle of the street redirecting curious onlookers away from the apartment building about a block away and smiled at me when I approached him, but it wasn’t his usual happy smile. His face told me this wasn’t just some crime scene like usual.

And then he spoke and I knew it was bad.


Poppy and Alex are back for another mystery in Happy Hour, the fifth book in the Poppy McGuire Mystery Series!

Springtime brings warm weather and murder to Sunset Ridge, and for Poppy, this particular case strikes close to home.

Antiques dealer Marcus Tyne is found dead in the front seat of his friend’s car outside of McGuire’s after a Cinco de Mayo celebration, but at first glance, there’s no reason why he’s dead.

Until the coroner finds out he’s been poisoned.

When a second man is poisoned, Poppy and Alex are thrust into a mystery that threatens to tear them apart. While they struggle to solve the case as their differences become more apparent, a murderer walks free in Sunset Ridge and may have another victim in their sights


Anina Collins has always loved a good mystery. From Agatha Christie's Hercule Poirot to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's famous detective Sherlock Holmes to Dan Brown's intrepid Professor Robert Langdon, she's spent some of her favorite reading times with mystery novels. When she's not writing her favorite mystery couple, she can be found watching entirely too much Supernatural and dreaming about the beach.

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Thursday, October 20, 2016

The Slayer Series by Vanessa Liebe, Liza Reviews Lethal Union

by Vanessa Liebe

Genre: Historical Paranormal Erotic Romance
Content warning: Lethal Union: Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Light BDSM, 
Slayer’s Soulmate: Violence, BDSM, Exhibitionism

Sarah Carlton is a debutante in Regency England and she is also “The Slayer.” She has the difficult task of balancing her life between the social whirl of the haut ton and slaying demons and the undead at night. To complicate her life further, Sarah knows a Master Vampire is coming to London – a vampire she has been ordered to capture rather than kill. But nothing prepares her for the Marquis of Sandford, or her attraction to him.

Dominic, the Marquis of Sandford, has come to London after hearing of the Slayer. Believing her previously to only be a myth, he’s curious to meet her and fight her – he’s not expecting to desire her and start wanting something else entirely. Then she is kidnapped just as he has convinced her to be with him. Can he rescue her in time?

Dominic stepped outside and followed the girl down a path and deep into the garden. Amazingly he could sense no other humans out here making an illicit rendezvous. It was just he and the Slayer. She was safe, for now. Then he looked ahead and was shocked that he couldn’t see her anymore. The damn chit had vanished.

“Why are you following me?” a husky voice demanded from behind him.

Dominic had to admire her. The girl had been aware of him following her the whole time and had double backed to surprise him. He slowly turned around and faced the Slayer, liking what he saw. She was even prettier close-up. Holding up his hands to indicate that she was in no danger from him when nothing could be further from the truth, Dominic smiled. “I saw you come out here and wanted to warn you that you shouldn’t enter a garden at night on your own like this.”

The raven-haired girl looked him over as if totally unimpressed by him. “I’m aware of the dangers,” she scoffed and Dominic’s lips twitched. It was tempting to uncloak himself again and see how the brazen chit reacted to a Master Vampire instead. “And I’m curious as to why you felt compelled to warn me. Who are you?” she asked rudely.

“The Marquis of Sandford, at your service.” He gave a mocking bow.

The chit merely blinked, before raising an eyebrow skeptically at him. “Well, my Lord. Thank you for your concern, but I came out for some fresh air and I wish to be alone,” she said, dismissing him.

Dominic couldn’t help liking her. She had guts and he wanted to talk a little more to see what other insults she would give him. He couldn’t let her go yet. He was enjoying the fact she had no idea what he really was. “Aren’t you going to tell me your name?” he asked when she was about to turn and walk away from him. “It seems only polite under the circumstances.”

“No.” She frowned when he laughed. “We haven’t been introduced by anyone and I don’t think…”

“Come now. Take pity on the gentleman who cared enough about your safety to warn you about the dangers of entering a secluded garden. Tell me your name.”

“Miss Susan Smythe,” came the prompt reply. “Happy?”

“I’ll have to be.” But he knew the girl had lied. No matter, he would discover her real name later.

She was about to turn from him again when he stepped closer and he enjoyed hearing her little gasp of astonishment. He also saw a fleeting flash of awareness in her eyes for him as an attractive male and it pleased him.

“You should be more careful of your reputation, Miss Smythe.” He stared at her mouth. Such plump, soft lips and they were begging for a kiss. Perhaps he should oblige.

What could possibly be better than a Victorian slayer & her Vampire suitor? Turns out it gets far stranger than that. If that sounds intriguing, you are in for the treat of your life.

 I loved the first 80% of this book. It was perfection incarnate. Near the end it shifted to overly explicit sex causing me to skim past the ‘I don’t really need to know that’ sections. Sadly, I never managed to reengage again.

Since explicit sex (which creeps me out if it goes on for too long) is my issue and nothing to do with the author, I won’t ding the rating for that. But I will ding it .5 for causing me to disengage and lose interest in the story at the very end. Given most of the book was true perfection when rounding, I’ll round it back up to 5*.  I know that sounds convoluted, but I’m just trying to be fair to the author. I thought 80% of this book PERFECTION. She did everything right. I thought the sex scenes at the end were too explicit and then in the wrap up wasn’t strong enough to re-engage me.

So how can 80% justify a 5 star?  It was that bloody good! I highly recommend you read this book. And I suspect most of you will enjoy 100% of it.


Lady Emma Sandford is the perfect Victorian socialite by day and slays demons with her family at night. Daughter of the Slayer and a Master Vampire, she is powerful enough not to need anyone, or so she believes. After all, Emma has enough to worry about at the moment—whether her mother will decide to be turned or not. She could certainly do without the appearance of the handsome Lord Alaric and the distraction he brings.

Alaric, the Earl of Northwich, has been sent by the Vampire Elders to observe the family of Slayers. He needs to determine whether they are a threat. He never expected to meet his old friend Dominic and become involved with the family. Nor did he intend to fall for the lovely Emma.

Will he manage to convince her they are soulmates or will the Guardian’s Guild and an unknown group of malicious vampires ruin their chances?

“You’ve been avoiding me, Lady Emma,” he drawled, and his deep voice made her stomach quiver. Which was ridiculous. No male affected her. She swung around to face him.

“Yes, I have.” She wasn’t going to deny it, and she looked him over coolly as he lounged against the locked door with his arms folded over his broad chest.

“My family seemed to have welcomed you, but I don’t trust you.”

Emma didn’t need to explain herself, but she wanted him to know that she wasn’t scared of him or of any threat he might pose. The Elders may be different, though, and she wanted to know more about them from him.

“I’m sorry you feel that way.” Alaric sighed. “I’m sure your father has told you that I was sent to London to observe the Slayer’s family.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Oh, I know you were. And then you realized that it was my father who had married the Slayer, so you thought it was your chance to worm your way into our house and our life. Supposedly you’re no threat.”

Well, she wasn’t convinced.

“Emma.” He eased himself off the door. “I am only an observer. I’m not here to harm you.”

“What about the Elders you’re reporting to?” she hissed at him, revealing her small fangs.

Alaric seemed taken aback by the sight of them. “Incredible. You have fangs.”

Emma retracted them. “I’m half vampire. Of course I have fangs.” She spoke to him as though he was a dullard. “Now, tell me about these old vampires.”

He stared at her for a moment longer as if transfixed and then shook his head. “Suddenly you’re interested in me?”

“Hardly.” She was quick to deflate his ego. “I’m interested in what you can tell me about them.”

She tensed when he took a step toward her.

“What will you do if I don’t comply?” he purred. “Beat it out of me?”

“If I have to.” Emma frowned when he laughed. Didn’t he believe her? She’d taken larger vampires than him out and had no qualms about using force where necessary if it meant protecting her family.

Alaric looked her over, his green eyes lingering on certain parts of her body longer than others. “Are you going to pummel me in that pretty gown of yours?”

As an attempt to distract her it was pathetic. She wasn’t falling for that one. The second she looked down at her dress, he’d pounce on her. She smirked at him. “You’d be surprised what I can do in this gown.”

Heat flared in his eyes and she regretted her words, especially when he took another step closer. “I mean I can still fight perfectly well in it.” Damn him. It was just like a man to deliberately misinterpret what she’d said. And she could fight in a gown. Combined with her other powers she was pretty lethal in one, but he didn’t need to know about those yet. Keep your enemy wondering was her motto. She’d only use them if he didn’t start talking soon.

“Do you normally beat up your father’s guests?” he inquired in a lazy drawl as he took yet another step closer.

Emma gulped. He was getting far too close for her comfort and would end up forcing her hand. Determined to get that information, though, she lifted her chin. Nobody mocked her. “Only the inconvenient ones.”


Vanessa Liebe is the author of fun, sexy erotic romance and erotica, both contemporary and historical. She mostly writes in the Fantasy and Paranormal categories as she likes a man with bite.

Vanessa is married with three children and resides in Hampshire, South East England. When not house training her children, reading or writing, she likes to sit in the garden with a glass of rose wine.


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Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Liza O'Connor shares why the 5th Amendment is removed in the Future

Scavenger’s Mission


Liza O’Connor

Why MAC helped do away with the 5th Amendment

Simply put, the military has never been held to this standard. It has always been exempted from the 5th Amendment. 

But for MAC to give Ryders a proper ethics test, it required the 5th Amendment to be removed entirely.

The rich thought it a great idea for the poor and middle-class. If those people were guilty of something, they didn’t want them to be hiding behind a wall of silence. So the 5th Amendment was struck down for all of the Americas, except for a caveat that any person classified with high importance to the well-being of the country (Translation: The very wealthy) would maintain the right of silence, be presumed innocent until proven otherwise, and could only be judged by true peers in a private court of law. Nor would any findings be disclosed to the general public.

Here’s the original 5th Amendment:

And check out the excerpt below when DC tries to plead the fifth

Scavenger’s Mission

By Liza O’Connor

Meet Alisha: A young woman who refuses to live the life her parents want.
In a single month, Alisha Kane has gone from a wealthy debutante to street girl to scavenger.  While testing her new flying skills in the Cully Canyon, Alisha incurs a near-death crash landing. She’s “rescued” by a colonel of the SkyRyders and her life changes forever.
Meet Logan: A SkyRyder colonel in charge of a sleepy fort with little to do other than arrests the occasional scavenger.
For the first time in his life, Logan’s attracted to a young woman, only she’s probably a scavenger and he’ll have to arrest her.  But first, he offers her a shower and food while he checks on his crew. His videographer has captured her extraordinary flight through the Cully and her flying is astounding!
He forgoes arresting her and puts his career at risk by asking MAC to assess her skills and integrity as a potential SkyRyder. If he can get Alisha into the SkyRyders, it will be his greatest contribution to the Corps.
Meet MAC: The Artificial Intelligence that runs the SkyRyders Corps.
Upon seeing her arrival, MAC upgrades Alisha’s test. Her flying skills are not just excellent; they exceed what was previously thought possible. MAC classifies her as its top asset and soon she proves her value. 
But…the SkyRyders remain a male-dominated Corps where Alisha’s sense of right and wrong often clashes with her superiors. How long can a rebellious young woman survive in a regimented Corps?

“You missed our meeting, sir,” DC complained.
“I am two minutes late for our meeting, Captain. Were you going somewhere?”
“I’m going into town. This is my day off, sir.”
“No, it’s not. I canceled your day off. Had you stepped a foot out of this compound, you’d be in the brig now. Put your gear down and get into my office.”
“There’s no point, sir. I’ve retained an advocate, and he has advised me to decline the interview.”
“And where did you get this advocate? From one of your porn sites? Because he isn’t a very good one. You don’t have the right to decline the interview, Captain.”
“I’ll only plead the fifth if you persist in interviewing me.”
Logan sighed. “Sometimes I feel like you’ve come from the past. There is no fifth anymore. MAC did away with it five years ago!”
DC eye’s rounded at Logan’s proclamation. “That’s not true, sir—the fifth amendment is part of our constitution.”
“Tell you what, then. You sit down and try pleading the fifth. See where it gets you.”
Logan took his time setting up the bio measures. He sensed the delay worsened DC’s nerves and unsettled the bastard.
When the computer indicated all was a go, he read DC the standard warning. “All questions must be answered truthfully. Failure to comply will result in the immediate loss of rank. Do you understand the ramifications of not telling the complete truth?”
“Yes, sir.”
Logan decided to play hardball from the beginning. He wanted the bastard’s ranking stripped.
“On the night of September eighteenth, did you enter the gear room and make small seam incisions in Trainee Kane’s wind-catcher?”
“That’s not relevant to this inquiry, sir.”
“It’s not your call to decide what is relevant. The program has not rejected the question, so you are required to answer it truthfully.”
“I plead the fifth, sir.”
“That is not an answer.”
“I plead the fifth, sir,” he repeated.
Logan asked him several other questions, and again the fifth was taken. Finally, after the fourth question not answered, the program halted the interview. Logan smiled as he read MAC’s orders. He printed the document and cheerfully signed his name.
“Donald Campbell, you are immediately stripped of your rank and demoted to private third class. An appointment has been scheduled for you at the MAC lab on October fifteenth. If you fail to present yourself at this time, you will be classified as AWOL/code red. Do you understand the penalty if you fail to present yourself on October fifteenth to the MAC lab for evaluation?”
“I didn’t answer untruthfully.”
“You were required to answer, and that answer was to be truthful.” Logan smiled at him. “Do you understand the penalty if you do not present yourself to the MAC lab for evaluation?”

The SkyRyder’s Series, Book 1
Scavenger’s Mission

About the Author
Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.
Sci-Fi Soap Opera with humor, romance, and science


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