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Save Desdemona Free Through May 31

Save Desdemona is on sale!  And by "On Sale," I mean free.  Smashwords is doing a quarantine promotion through the end of this month and there are tons of great discounted and free ebooks available.

If a low-fantasy survival game is not up your alley, I also finished Do Not Reuse.  It's a futuristic mystery with an unsettling undercurrent. 

Of course, this means that I'm working on a new project.  The first is the sequel to Save Desdemona.  It's largely a rewrite of an older novella (just like Save was).  The structure of the book is already there, I just have to rewrite almost all of it (hahaha).  Since it's a rewrite, I want to work on something else co-currently, I just have to decide what.  A while ago, someone suggested I expand a short story about lampworkers into a book, but I'm still not sure about plot.  I'm trying another short story about lampwork this month, and I guess I'll just see how it goes from there.


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Save Desdemona

Forced to participate in a survival game known as the Culling, Healer Charlotte Brown falls in with an incompetent Mage, a hotheaded Soldier, and a Soldier who carries . . . is that a baseball bat? As the rag-tag team fights to stay alive, and collect all five runes (one for each Great Mage), Charlotte struggles with her growing attraction to the Mage who blows up everything he tries to enchant.

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Do Not Reuse: A Robot Mystery

All over the city, androids have gone missing. To Nova Grimaldi, a human raised by androids, these robots are more than stolen property.

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