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Pre-Release Excerpt from Oasis Redux…

Wednesday, December 21st, 2016

[Note to my readers: This post-apocalyptic sci-fi novel will be released late in 2017, if not before. This excerpt is to whet your appetite. It’s taken from the middle of the novel. Penny Castro, ex-LA county sheriff’s deputy has managed to survive the apocalypse and is currently forced to live with her adopted family in a refugee camp near Edwards AFB. She has just returned from a trip to fill tankers with water…]

One week later I learned the truth in the adage that you can be a victim of your own success. Even though I’d insisted that I didn’t want any more violence in my life—the trip to the Valley was more about curiosity almost killing this cat—the USAF now considered Ensign Penny as an asset, although a reluctant one.

“I’ve never been to Vandenberg,” I told Rodriguez.

He stood before me looking a bit forlorn. Couldn’t see him well from my camp chair with the blazing sun at his back. “If it’s any consolation, I tried to dissuade the colonel because I know you don’t want to participate.”

“Why do they think I’d want to participate?”

“One major reason: we airlifted someone from the Santa Maria area who had managed to cobble together a coded message we could recognize and broadcasted it at a radio station.”

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Excerpt from Rogue Planet…

Wednesday, April 6th, 2016

OK, Rogue Planet is a done deal, but maybe you’re too shy to click on the “Peek Inside” button on the Amazon book page, so I decided to repost this excerpt.  Before giving you a first look at this new novel, here’s the blurb:

Hidden away from near-Earth planets in remote spiral arms of the Galaxy are Human worlds that have lost contact with more progressive worlds and reverted to strange and primitive customs and traditions, their leaders using religion, superstition, and imported technologies to rule in tyranny.  Survey ships explored and catalogued these planets as suitable for future colonization centuries earlier, but groups with a special interest in ensuring a homogeneous and often despotic society didn’t bother applying for permission to colonize.

Following the ITUIP (Interstellar Trade Union of Independent Planets) Protocol, ships were restricted to observe and maintain a hands-off policy for these rogue planets, even when there was great temptation to intervene.  Eden, where a theocracy rules with an iron fist, is such a planet.  A group of rebels struggles to end the oppressive regime to forge a new future.

Set in the same universe as the “Chaos Chronicles Trilogy” and the Dr. Carlos stories, this sci-fi saga once again explores the never-ending battle between good and evil so prominent in my other books.

I had fun writing this hard sci-fi tale with a fantasy flavor.  I hope you have as much fun reading it, available in all ebook formats at $2.99 (Amazon and Smashwords) and print for $9.99 (Create Space).  And, as usual, you can read for free in exchange for an honest review (I’ll put it on Net Galley for a short time for those would-be reviewers who are too shy to query me directly).

Now, for the excerpt:

Chapter Four

The Entertainer

Two weeks later, Kaushal wound through a maze of corridors and tunnels, many underground, and found a secluded and breezy courtyard he remembered from his childhood in the castle.  The walls were high enough to trap most sounds he made practicing the roki, and lush vegetation muted the echoes.  He knew several places like this, and rotated between them, randomizing his choices to avoid discovery.

He only stopped playing and singing when he saw the shadow cast on the stone floor.  When she peeked around the corner of the column, he smiled at Princess Anju.

“Will you report me?”

She stepped from behind the column.  “No, as long as you don’t report me.”

“Agreed.  Are you in trouble?”

“My uncle would go into a fit of rage if he knew I’m alone with a Second Tribe slave.  He might kill me even, like he did my father.  And he’d likely kill you too.  Or, at the very least, castrate you.”

“I suppose my voice would turn to soprano in that case,” he said with a smile.  He had no idea where he’d heard that.  Was it the practice in his father’s court?  Even the Second Tribe frowned on female singers, so boys and men singing countertenor took their place.  Maybe they weren’t countertenors to begin with?

            “That’s not funny,” she said.  She sat on the opposite end of the bench, folding her hands in her lap.  “Can I listen to more?”

“You make me nervous,” he said.

“A performer with no audience is a hibjab shrieking at the moon.”

“What’s a hibjab?”

“Some animal on Paradise, I suppose, before the Ice Age.  It’s just a saying.  It means—”

He held up a hand.  “I figured out what it means.  You’re saying I should practice with an audience, and you’ll be my first audience member.”

She nodded.  “Please, continue.”

She listened to him for a while and then stood.

“I have to go.  Do you often come here?  I only found this place today.”

“There are many secret spots like this in the castle.  I can show you if you like.”

She raised an eyebrow but followed with a smile.  “I’d like that.”

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            “You didn’t!”

“People in the court will love your songs and playing,” said Princess Anju.

“I don’t want to entertain the court.  Why should I?  You people have taken over my world.”

She frowned.  “Not I.  And don’t be so stubborn.  Other Second Tribe slaves are courtiers. It’s a privilege and an escape from a hard life.”  She put her tiny hand on his arm.  “Do it for me.”

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Pre-release excerpt: Rogue Planet…

Friday, February 5th, 2016

Before giving you a first look into my new novel, here’s the blurb:

Hidden away from near-Earth planets in remote spiral arms of the Galaxy are Human worlds that have lost contact with more progressive worlds and reverted to strange and primitive customs and traditions, their leaders using religion, superstition, and imported technologies to rule in tyranny.  Survey ships explored and catalogued these planets as suitable for future colonization centuries earlier, but groups with a special interest in ensuring a homogeneous and often despotic society didn’t bother applying for permission to colonize.

Following the ITUIP (Interstellar Trade Union of Independent Planets) Protocol, ships were restricted to observe and maintain a hands-off policy for these rogue planets, even when there was great temptation to intervene.  Eden, where a theocracy rules with an iron fist, is such a planet.  A group of rebels struggles to end the oppressive regime to forge a new future.

Set in the same universe as the “Chaos Chronicles Trilogy” and the Dr. Carlos stories, this sci-fi saga once again explores the never-ending battle between good and evil so prominent in my other books.

I had fun writing this hard sci-fi tale with a fantasy flavor.  I hope you have as much fun reading it, soon to be available on Amazon and Smashwords and all the latter’s associated retailers for only $2.99 (much more filling than a McDonald’s order, better for you too, and less expensive).  I have yet to decide whether there will be a print version (Create Space).  And, as usual, you can read for free in exchange for an honest review (I’ll probably put it on Net Galley for a short time for those would-be reviewers who are too shy to query me directly).

Now, for the excerpt:

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Pre-release excerpt from More than Human: The Mensa Contagion…

Wednesday, April 15th, 2015

[Note from Steve: This sci-fi novel is a stand-alone epic about an ET virus and its effects on human society and its space exploration.  It will be released soon.  Maybe this excerpt will brighten your tax day?]

Groom Lake, Nevada

            Chief Master Sgt. Bob Sanchez studied his monitors and laughed.  “You have to see some of these signs, Lucy.”

Senior Master Sgt. Lucy Chang was studying high-res satellite images taken of the base.  The UFO fanatics’ signs were often creative.  Sometimes that was the only way base security could determine when they were planning some shenanigans.  She stopped, walked over, and joined Sanchez, looking over his shoulder at his screens.

He glanced up and smiled.  Among their colleagues, it was no secret they were sleeping together.  Their commanding officers wouldn’t approve, of course, but everyone collaborated in keeping their secret.  It was a code of honor followed by everyone working at the top secret base; it existed because life was hard enough in the desert without the added stresses associated with liking someone and not being able to do anything about it.

Still, she didn’t like relationships started at work, never had, but there weren’t many alternatives at the base.  Sanchez was a nice guy, but she didn’t know if he was husband material.  Until she figured that out, she was OK with the present situation—two consenting adults having a bit of fun.  Nobody’s business, and everyone looked the other way.

“They’re entertaining, I’ll give them that.  Even the drawings.  That one even looks like Major Moore.  I like that sign saying, ‘We’re all going to become zombies!’  No wonder they wear Grateful Dead T-shirts.”  She laughed and looked at her watch.  “We have a new record, I think.  The president made his announcement not long ago.  Where’s Guinness when you need him?”

Sanchez pointed at another sign.  “That’s why.”  The sign said, “Aliens Have Taken over the White House!”  “How do you know what’s on the T-shirts?  They’re all sweaty and dirty.  I can’t imagine why, though.  It’s only 105 degrees out there, and I have it on good authority these people don’t often bathe.”

“Not surprising with the lack of water.  This desert bakes anyone.  It’s so dry we’d both turn into Egyptian mummies even without embalming fluid.”  Her hair brushed against his cheek.  “They’ve all become desert rats.  I’m from Seattle, but I’m becoming one too.  What we won’t do for a job.”

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Pre-release excerpt from my new novel, Aristocrats and Assassins…

Wednesday, January 22nd, 2014

[Note from Steve:  Here is an excerpt from Aristocrats and Assassins, Copyright 2014, by Steven M. Moore.  Detective Castilblanco and the American Mossad agent Epstein, who pretends to be a reporter, are searching a house in the Munich suburbs, looking for Castilblanco’s wife, who has been kidnapped.  The ebook will be released in the first quarter of 2014.]

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I hammered on the door with a doorknocker that reminded me of Dickens’ The Christmas Carol—I expected Marley’s ghost to open the heavy oak door or filter like fog through the wood.  Two steps led up from the pavers.  Except for our dress and a VW that negotiated the bumpy streets, we could have time-traveled back to the eighteen hundreds.

“Check the address,” I said to Epstein.

“I don’t need to,” she said.  “We’re in the right place.  You don’t expect the terrorists to come to the door and invite us in for tea, do you?”

“No, I expect the terrorists to be long gone, but hope we can find some clues.”

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Excerpt from Steve’s new novel No Amber Waves of Grain…

Monday, September 2nd, 2013

[Note from Steve: This novel will complete the “Clones and Mutants Series,” making it into a trilogy.  Although it’s the sequel to Full Medical and Evil Agenda, it’s a stand-alone, just like all my novels.  For those who read the first two books, though, you will also find here Kalidas Metropolis and friends, the genetically enhanced super-soldier Sirena, and others, as well as your favorite evildoer, Vladimir Kalinin aka Rupert Snyder aka Sergio Battaglia.  But the latter also battles wits with a new villain….  Look for No Amber Waves of Grain, coming soon this fall!]

Chapter Eleven

Seoul, Korea

Gerard Fuchs didn’t like the East.  He knew many languages, but not one from the region.  His least favorite country was China, although he guessed their brand of fascist capitalism would soon become the standard world model—China Inc, his colleagues called it.  Korea was bad boy number two.  It was becoming almost as bad as China.  His favorite was Japan, which now was much tamer.

“You look jet-lagged, Mr. Fuchs.”  Kim Mun-Hee seemed sympathetic.  Interpol had assigned him to Fuchs.  Although a successful Interpol agent in his own right, the man from Lyon considered the Korean to be little more than a translator.

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Teeter-Totter between Lust and Murder…an excerpt…

Monday, May 6th, 2013

With Teeter-Totter between Lust and Murder, I continue the “Detectives Chen and Castilblanco Series.”  The sleuths of The Midas Bomb and Angels Need Not Apply will embroil you in action and suspense yet again.  As a mystery novel (my first), it is a dark probing into the nexus the crime underworld sometimes enjoys with the rich and powerful.  Chen is arrested for the murder of a senator in circumstances that seem to leave no doubt of her guilt, but Castilblanco helps prove her innocence.  With this new crime novel, I continue the saga of your two favorite detectives as they and their companions fight the corrupting influence of the illegal weapons trade.  Available soon.  Here is an excerpt:

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“That’s one mixed-up kid,” said Chen as we tried to flag a taxi.

“Maybe you were the only sane one who went to bed with the bastard,” I said.

“You manage to praise me and insult my choices at the same time, Rollie.  That’s very efficient of you.”

A taxi stopped, she climbed in, and slid to the street side of the seat.  I followed her.  The cabby took Central Park North to Fifth.

“I’m assuming it wasn’t his power or money, so I’m at a loss.  But I’ll apologize.”  I raised my hands in defeat.  “I don’t think she did it.”

“I know you like Drach for the murder.  He does seem to be key.  Unless it was the hot dog vendor.”  The slight smile meant she accepted my apology.  “I take it you don’t like any of the ex-wives or girlfriends.  Besides Drach, who else could it be?”

“Well, there’s Kingsman and the old lady.  And how ‘bout Grasso?”

“I think Grasso leads to Drach.  Maybe we should determine who told him to put out the contract on me.”

A motorcycle pulled parallel with us.  Single rider dressed as messenger.  Not carrying packages, though.

“Down!”

Safety glass shattered as bullets slammed into the car.  The driver slumped, the car spun and rolled, we flipped twice, slid upside-down into a crowd, and ended by destroying a hydrant on Fifth between 92nd and 93rd.

My window was intact, so I used my Glock to break it.  I decided on second thought I would never fit through it.  I pushed down the door handle and gave the door a kick with both feet.  After the third time, it popped open.  We crawled out.

The driver was dead.  Chen was cut by flying glass.  I was OK but pissed.  We backed away when the gas tank exploded.

Two uniforms came running.  We flashed our badges.

“Didn’t happen to see anything, did you?” I said.

“Heard the shots,” said one.  “I think it was a guy on a cycle.  Delivery guy, maybe?”

“Call it in—backup, EMTs, coroner, the whole nine yards.  Then do some crowd control and start finding witnesses.  I want a license number and description.  The guy didn’t have a helmet.”

“That’s against the law now,” said the younger cop.

Maybe New York’s finest but not the brightest?  My expression wasn’t sympathetic.  Chen smiled.

***

 In libris libertas….

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The making of an ebook…

Friday, February 8th, 2013

As a follow-up to yesterday’s post, let me tell you about the release of my new sci-fi thriller, The Golden Years of Virginia Morgan.  Caveat emptor: much of this post is pure marketing, so you’re allowed to skip over those parts.  But readers and writers alike might be interested in this concrete example of today’s indie self-publishing steps.  Moreover, as a treat, at the end of this post is an excerpt from the novel.

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Pre-release excerpt from Come Dance a Cumbia…with Stars in Your Hand!

Wednesday, October 3rd, 2012

Summary:

The sci-fi thriller Come Dance a Cumbia…with Stars in your Hand! completes “The Chaos Chronicles Trilogy,” a vision of the future that is troubling, inspiring, and astounding.  Survivors of the Chaos, the first book in the series, starts in dystopia and ends with hope for a new future on a planet in the 82 Eridani system.  In Sing a Samba Galactica, the second book, humans find friendly ETs there and battle unfriendly ones on another colony and Earth, but if you thought they and their ET friends would live happily in the Galaxy’s near-Earth space after the Singer saved the Swarm, you were wrong.

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