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Friday Night Drabble Party!

Well, hello there!

Back for more free fiction, I see. Good for you. Good for you.

But, and you knew this was coming, before we get to the micro-fiction, how about I shout from the rooftops about Salvage Merc One. Can you dig it? I knew that you could!

As of this typing (7:50am EST, Friday, January 29th) Salvage Merc One is on the following charts:

That’s pretty freaking suuuuuuwheeeeet!

Thanks to everyone that has been buying and supporting this hell of a fun space marine adventure. Y’all rock!

WhaSalvage-Merc-one-ebook-covert is Salvage Merc One? I’m glad you asked!

Joseph Laribeau was born to be a Marine in the Galactic Fleet. He was born to fight the alien enemies known as the Skrang Alliance and travel the galaxy doing his duty as a Marine Sergeant. He loved the life. But when the War ended and Joe found himself medically discharged, the best job ever was over and he never thought he’d find his way again.

Then a beautiful alien walked into his life and offered him a chance at something even greater than the Fleet, a chance to serve with the Salvage Merc Corp.

Now known as Salvage Merc One Eighty-Four, Joe Laribeau is given the ultimate assignment by the SMC bosses. To his surprise it is neither a military nor a corporate salvage. Rather, Joe has to risk his life for one of his own. He has to find and bring back the legend that started the Corp.

He must find Salvage Merc One.

 

Pretty groovy, yes? Yes! So go all clickety clickety on that cover and get you some Salvage Merc One!

Now on to the drabble!

Enjoy!

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Only Other Person
By
Jake Bible

The eyes were nothing short of spectacular. Lawrence could feel their power. He knew that all he had to do was free the god and that power was his.

Lawrence stepped forward and raised his hands

“Oh, great and powerful Hebatesia!” Lawrence shouted in the dust-filled catacomb. “I have brought you a sacrifice! His blood will be my gift to you! It will free you from your ten thousand year imprisonment!”

Mike frowned and looked about the catacomb as he set Lawrence’s gear down.

“Uh… Did you say sacrifice?” Mike asked, realizing he was the only other person there.

***

Cheers!

Disclaimer: What? What are you looking at?

 

New Release! Salvage Merc One!

That’s right, folks, a new novel has been sent out into the wild to live a life of freedom and excitement!

I give you: Salvage Merc One!

Salvage-Merc-one-ebook-coverJoseph Laribeau was born to be a Marine in the Galactic Fleet. He was born to fight the alien enemies known as the Skrang Alliance and travel the galaxy doing his duty as a Marine Sergeant. He loved the life. But when the War ended and Joe found himself medically discharged, the best job ever was over and he never thought he’d find his way again.

Then a beautiful alien walked into his life and offered him a chance at something even greater than the Fleet, a chance to serve with the Salvage Merc Corp.

Now known as Salvage Merc One Eighty-Four, Joe Laribeau is given the ultimate assignment by the SMC bosses. To his surprise it is neither a military nor a corporate salvage. Rather, Joe has to risk his life for one of his own. He has to find and bring back the legend that started the Corp.

He must find Salvage Merc One.

 

 

This is a fun one. Lots of aliens, space battles, plasma blasters and bounty hunters and space marines and pew pew pew! You are gonna dig it!

And, if you do dig it, please leave a review. Those darn reviews make a huge difference to the visibility of the novel. Every star helps, y’all.

Also, I’ll be working on the audiobook soon, so stay tuned for that.

Cheers!

Friday Night Drabble Party!

One more Friday means one more Drabble Party!

I don’t mean “one more” as in the last Party. No, no, no. I’ll be writing drabbles for y’all even after I step into the grave. I’ve made a certain deal with a certain someone to make sure that happens. Wink, wink.

Anyone else smell sulfur? No? Okey doke.

But, let’s be serious for a minutes. Blood Cruise. A literary tale of high seas horror with international crime bosses, ex poker players, covert ops agents, a giant tentacled killing machine, and a story with soul and morals and… Okay, okay, it’s a blood drenched book about a killer octopus. Nothing literary about it.

BUT IT IS $.99 FOR THE NEXT COUPLE OF HOURS! HURRY! HURRY! HURRY!

Now…on to the drabble.

Enjoy!

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A Messy End
By
Jake Bible

The Labor Minister fretted over the reports that sat open on his desk. He stared at the numbers, unsure of how to proceed.

Should he tell the Prime Minister? Or just hide the reports? Call a press conference?

No. Only one honorable solution.

The Labor Minister stood, turned to the window, grabbed the latch, and shoved. It refused to budge.

He was surprised maintenance actually sealed the window. It was too late for the previous six Labor Ministers, but it saved him a messy end.

Almost.

“Now, where is that revolver?” he wondered aloud as he searched his desk drawers.

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Cheers!

Disclaimer: Mmmmm, yeah, I’m going to need those TPS reports today.

Writing In Suburbia #22: From Notes To Novel

That’s right, folks, a second episode of Writing In Suburbia for the new year has happened!

In this episode I break down how I go from note taking to novel writing. And from novel writing to novel finishing. It’s a process and a half, and may not be for everyone, but I think y’all will get some good advice out of this episode.

Enjoy!

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Friday Night Drabble Party!

Happy 2016, y’all!

Buy Blood Cruise! Leave it a review! LOVE IT!

That’s it for my shilling. Let’s get to the first Drabble of the year! TIME TO PARTY!

Tonight’s micro-fiction is brought to you by my constant playing of spaghetti western scores as I write my far-future mech western. Yep. Far-future mech western. Hells to the yeah.

Enjoy!

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They Fell
By
Jake Bible

Kinkade swung the .45 around as Muoco and Hare stepped into the room. The two men stopped, their hands inches from their own irons. All eyes narrowed and the three stood in the nearly collapsed old church, stucco and plaster at their feet, piles of adobe bricks piled high in the dark, shadowed corners.

“You should have kept going, boys,” Kinkade said.

“No choice, gringo,” Muoco growled. “Took the job. Have to finish the job.”

Hare nodded in agreement, silent as always.

“Sorry to hear that,” Kinkade said. “I have a job to finish as well.”

He fired. They fell.

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Cheers!

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