If you're fighting immortals who always get back up, you'd better have a way to do the same thing. Otherwise, it's lights out...
When you're a soldier genetically enhanced to the point of near immortality and you fight a mortal soldier resurrected with the pilfered blood of your people, friendship never enters the equation.
But what if the enemy you've despised your entire life holds the key to your salvation? 

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Lights Out
Tornahdo is facing his most dangerous mission, the very reason Ghost Corps exists.
He must take out the king responsible for every war between humans and Ultras since the origin of the Ultra bloodline.
If he succeeds, the war is over.
If he doesn't, the Ultras will rule mankind for another thousand years…

Origin of Pietas: Bringer of Chaos
Traitors stripped the immortal king Pietas of everything.
Now, marooned on a deserted planet, his only hope of finding his people lies with the human who imprisoned him.
That doesn't mean he'll humiliate himself by asking for help. Enough is enough. Pietas already died a thousand times to save them. How much more can he sacrifice?
But when he realizes that without humbling himself before a mortal, he will never find his exiled family, his salvation relies on the one thing he swears does not exist.
The honor of a human…

Forged In Fire
Exiled on a barren world...
When the immortal king Pietas is marooned with no food and few survival tools, he knows it means sacrifice.
But half a million of his people sleep in cryostasis, trapped in their pods and it's up to him to rescue them.
He must manage it with an irascible mortal, an entire tribe of know-it-all sentient panthers, and one fascinating woman who's the designer of their people's finest weapons--and telepathic.
All while dealing with the most dysfunctional family in the history of forever...

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In this scene from Bringer of Chaos: Forged in Fire, the not-quite-human Six offers water to the immortal king, Pietas.

​Six slid their canteen off over his head and held it out to Pietas.
Accepting anything from a human, an altered one at that, had violated every instinct at first. To take from an enemy, yes. Always. Let one give you something as if you needed it? Admit a weakness before an enemy?
Never.
But this was Six.
Pietas took it.
Ultras could go days without water, but they consumed it when they had it. He wiped one dusty hand across his mouth. The satisfaction of assuaged thirst never failed to please. What simple things in life brought pleasure! In captivity, he'd dreamed of even a drop to cool his tongue. He'd sworn he'd never take water for granted again.
Six had offered it to their companions during the climb, but the entire lot refused anything a mortal's lips had touched. Yes, Six was a quasi-immortal. A dead human soldier who'd been resurrected and enhanced with Ultra blood. A "ghost." But to the others, that gave him even less status.
Pietas wavered on few things, but on this? Should he call the man human, mortal, quasi-immortal, or ghost? He'd elected to choose as the mood struck. But one in particular annoyed Six.
"Thanks, ghost." He thrust the canteen against Six's chest.
Staggering, he swore in Spanish. "Find another name for me."
"Tell me your mortal name then."
"You know I can't." Six scratched his cheek. "Gotta protect my family. If your kind knew who they were, they'd slaughter them. You wouldn't, but them?"
Now they were getting somewhere. "So you do trust me?"
"Pi, there's more honor in your left big toe than your entire race combined." He tipped up the canteen but then paused. "No offense."
"None taken. But we're stranded, my friend. Unless a miracle happens, by the time we get off this world, your family will be long dead." He added, "No offense."
Six finished his drink and plugged the canteen. "None taken. Sorry. Can't do it." He lifted the strap back over his head and settled it onto his shoulder, the canteen at his back. "Seriously, Pi, your people hear you call me you-know-what, it'll give away I was Ghost Corps. We both know what they'll do to me."
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Hello everyone! Thank you to all who visited my Weekend Writing Warriors post last weekend!
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Today I'm sharing another snippet from RET, the third book in my Kaddim Brothers series, which is set to release September 12, 2022.

Snippet setup: Last weekend, Ret was answering media questions after ORIXA's win. This weekend, I'm continuing that scene, and slowly introducing the conflict. Enjoy!

After a few more pictures, the majority of the media left. A handful of our fellow racers came in to congratulate us, but nowhere near as many as before planetary governments sponsored teams. The comradery between racers and teams had changed significantly since then. ORIXA was one of the last few teams managed by a racing firm with corporate sponsors from all over the universe. And the governments were pushing the Universal Space Racer Association to no longer allow such teams. I think they simply wanted their teams to win. Yet, until they trained harder, and spent money on better quality jets, they didn’t stand a chance.

On the way to our accommodations, we stopped at a local eatery and picked up a couple japis to share.

​I wrapped an arm around Ilam’s shoulders as we headed inside to eat and change. “Come out with us tonight. I want to buy you a drink. Several, if you want. I want to celebrate you.”

RET
Kaddim Brothers book three

Blurb:

A hotter-than-sin reaper. A badass demon. Hell doesn’t get steamier than this. 

Zekiel owns the newest nightclub in the French Quarter. The decadent atmosphere draws the corrupt, their blackened souls just what he likes to reap.

Jewel is not amused. Not only has Zekiel cut in on her territory, Satan’s gotten hardcore, upping her quota. All hell’s going to break loose if mortals don’t start selling their souls to her.

The race is on. Zekiel claims victory and wants Jewel as his prize for one evening. Nothing forbidden. Nothing denied. In other words, the whole enchilada, including voyeurism and BDSM. 

After the first promising look and lingering touch, they’re goners…even though they’re supposed to be competitors.

This book was previously published in a box set.
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