Read this exciting excerpt from “Fallen Woman, Let Me Lift You“:

“Those are some fancy words, Rick,” Hester said, smiling in spite of herself.

“I’m a wanderer,” I said, “and I’ve followed many paths, including some that led through those halls of higher learning we call ‘universities’. I did some time there – learning, growing, accumulating knowledge from books… and from the people I met. Somewhere along the way I got a degree or two. Can’t say the book learning’s been much use to me though.”

Hester leaned closer to me, and the lowering sun through the windshield gave her eyes a rascal’s gleam that accentuated their natural beauty. “Oh, I think you’re using it just fine,” she said. I chuckled a little and shook my head.

Just then, a late-model Ford pickup sideswiped my rig and sent us careening into an embankment.

Read this exciting excerpt from “Warning: Speed-Trap!”:

“It takes more than a tin star on your chest to represent the Law,” I said. “It takes brains, and heart, and guts. And while you might have one of those – ” I gestured at the sheriff’s belly, straining against his shirt buttons – “I don’t think your gut’s what Blackstone had in mind, if you catch my drift.”

The sheriff tossed his shotgun to a sneering deputy and spat out the words “I’m gonna show you exactly what the law can do, Rick Bokeh” as he advanced upon me.

I took off my sunglasses and placed them in my shirt pocket, patted the pocket twice, then pushed my fingers back through my thick, lustrous hair. “The name’s Bokeh,” I said, correcting his pronunciation.

Read this exciting excerpt from the book “A Glint of Chrome”!

“You’re a tribe of the road,” I said, “and I respect your ways. But your treatment of these simple farming folk – these men and women of the soil – brings dishonor on that Satan’s Sailors leather you’re wearing, and that I cannot abide.”

The biker-leader pulled a switchblade from his studded leather pocket. “I’m gonna carve your face off,” he said.

I slipped coolly into a fighting stance, every muscle and sinew poised and ready. “You’re welcome to try, my friend.”

Read this exciting excerpt from “Fresh Mounds, Anon“:

There is comfort in a well-known road, like moments shared with an old friend. And that was what my trusty ol’ route had become to me: a true and lasting companion, unerring in its support. I wouldn’t be where I was – or who I was – without putting the hammer down across its miles of asphalt day after day, night after night, through sunny days and stormy skies, until this stretch of highway was as familiar to me as my large and calloused hands, or my chiseled abdomen. I knew this road, and this road knew me.

Yes, my trusty ol’ route was my daily bread… but man does not live by bread alone – at least not this man. So I called up Tina at Central Dispatch, a sassy ol’ crone who’d been telling truckers where to go and how to get there since I was a mere babe, and told her of my plight. My route had served me well, but I needed new challenges, new vistas, new roads – the sweet and unspoilt tang of highways I’d never driven down before. Could she provide the wild new path I sought?

“Well, Jerry died, so his route’s free,” Tina said over the CB.

I laughed at her curt, no-nonsense reply and thanked her for her service. She gave me the details. I checked my map and jerked the steering wheel hard to the right, so as not to miss my turnoff. New adventures awaited me just over the horizon – fresh green hills to crest and mount – unexplored valleys to enter, driving hard through the night – all the promise of bright new roads laid itself out before me. I smiled into the sun in anticipation. New roads, new valleys, new hills –

Fresh mounds, anon!

The year is 1999. In the post-apocalyptic US of A, Lord President Damien Bronco rules with the iron fist of his hardened steel robot armies. Human freedoms: DENIED! Human feelings: OUTLAWED! Human contact: PUNISHABLE BY DEATH! Undercover rebel fighter and talented sex ninja Mia Balustrade has one mission –––––– assassinate Bronco and topple his oppressive regime. However, if she wants to get to the towering fortress of Washington DC, she’ll need help…… of an unconventional sort…… including Hawk Lonso, a loner long-haul trucker who knows all the shortcuts into the Forbidden Regions –––––– Sheela Tee, a rebel rookie who’s short on experience but long on moxie –––––– and Phel8-C-O, an exiled replicánt (robot) who wants to know what it’s like to be…… HUMAN?

As they travel across an America that is a shell of its once and former glory, where fear reigns and physical pleasure is denied, the ragtag rebel group finds itself fighting the President’s robots not only, but also rekindling the flickering flame of human passion…… the most dangerous and forgotten of sensual skills…… the art of physical “luvv”.

Written liberally with future-language, “Luvvmakers 1999” will have your legs edging your seat. Its plot twists and turns may give you whiplash, which could require you getting a cybernetic neck –––––– if this was the future! Some will say this a future that we dare not let take place; others will say it is already taking place around us. Are we too late?

Will Mia make it to DC before Bronco activates the Mephisto Device? Can Phel8 be trusted? Will Sheela earn her place amongst the rebellion? Will Hawk make his intercontinental delivery without incurring a lateness penalty? Will humanity learn to “luvv” again? Only one book can tell you:

Luvvmakers 1999!