Friday, September 15, 2017

Win a $25 GC: Dark Genius by H. Peter Alesso


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To the insatiably curious—science is the greatest adventure. So, when scientists at CERN announced the discovery of the ‘God’ particle in 2012, all the world wondered, “How did they find it?”

A decade later, despite his past academic failures and egregious family circumstance, Andrew Lawrence embarked on a journey of discovery, competing against rival scientists to be the first to solve the greatest unsolved mystery of the universe—dark matter—and win the ultimate prize; the Nobel.

Emma Franklin, a PhD candidate at Harvard, developed software for detecting particle reactions using a quantum computer. To the amazement and excitement of the scientific community, her work revealed two possible bumps in the energy curve that were not predicted by any established theory.

At MIT, Lawrence created a model that predicted the scattering processes of a dark matter supersymmetry particle. Though his early work was disparaged, he improved his theory and found that it predicted the data Emma had discovered. Their professional collaboration deepened into a personal relationship, but when critical data was stolen, Emma found evidence that incriminated Lawrence. Though she withheld the impeaching material from the authorities, she felt she could no longer trust him.

Despite their troubled partnership, and notwithstanding the complexities of nature, Lawrence and Emma persevered against the egos, jealousy, and envy of rivals, on their exhilarating quest to find the ‘Holy Grail’ of physics

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I thought all was lost—now I have a second chance.

With a profound sense of relief, Andrew Lawrence slide his tablet into his shoulder holster and walked briskly along the Boston sidewalk. His past academic failures and egregious family circumstances were behind him. He was ready for a fresh start.

Tall, slender, and dark-haired, he listened to the clicking and clacking of shuffling shoes on the pavement as students jostled alongside him. The hint of autumn from the cool morning air brought a frenzy of activity to the sprawling campuses of both MIT and Harvard which nurtured a flourishing rivalry among their ambitious students. He could feel the undercurrent of tension for the start of the fall term.

By the time he crossed Longfellow Bridge, his adrenaline was pumping. He noticed several eight-man sculls already rowing down the Charles River, their school colors plainly visible. Squinting his eyes against the glare, he could make out the MIT and Harvard boats vying for the lead, stroke by stroke.

Striding across the rambling campus, his lips concealed a secret smile as he contemplated a revolutionary solution to a problem he had been daydreaming about. When he swung around a corner, he ran smack-dab into a young woman. Her armload of books, papers, and assorted technology flew into the air and scattered across the walkway.

“Sor . . . sorry.”

“You should be,” the woman said, her face screwed into a tight scowl. “Your head was in the clouds.”

Lawrence opened his mouth, but before he could speak, she pointed down and said, “See what you’ve done?”

She stooped and frantically tried to corral her absconding belongings.

“Let me help,” said Lawrence, grasping some loose papers about to blow away.

Spying her tablet on the grass, she exclaimed, “Oh no! All my work.”

Carefully, she picked up the device and turned it on, tapping her fingers impatiently until the screen lit up. She heaved a sigh and looked Lawrence directly in the eyes. “You’re lucky. Sooo . . . lucky.”

Lawrence mumbled another apology and helped her pick up the last few books.

As she struggled to reorganize her treasures, Lawrence brushed a strand of hair away from his eyes and for the first time cast an appraising glance at the young woman.

She was attractive.

It wasn’t that she was a striking beauty—though her smooth white skin, olive green eyes, and classic profile complemented the hazelnut hair that cascaded over her shoulders. Nor was her carriage especially eye-catching, though she displayed an appealing youthful vitality. No, what seemed most appealing was her confident determined poise, as if she possessed a special hidden talent.

“You really should use a backpack.”

“The lining ripped,” she retorted.

Seeing the logos on her tablet’s screen, Lawrence asked, “Harvard? Math?”

“I can tell by your tone that you’re MIT,” she said, her eyes flashing.

Lawrence grinned, “Physics.” As an afterthought, he asked, “What are you doing on this campus?”

“Well, Mr. Physics, that’s none of your concern.”

Something in the way she said it, caused him to laugh.

They faced each other in a stand-off for a long moment—saying nothing.

Then the young woman heaved a sigh, gathered her possessions to her chest, and brushed past him.

Lawrence watched her figure disappear into the crowd.

Damn. I didn’t get her name.

As he turned to leave, something shiny on the ground caught his eye. It was a flash drive.

Picking it up, he spun around and called, “Wait!”

But she was gone.

He looked at the memory stick, thinking . . .

I’ll have to crack her password, if I’m going to see her again.

About the Author:
As a scientist and author specializing in technology innovation, H. Peter Alesso has over twenty years research experience at Lawrence Livermore National Laboratory (LLNL). As Engineering Group Leader at LLNL he led a team of scientists and engineers in innovative applications across a wide range of supercomputers, workstations, and networks. He graduated from the United States Naval Academy with a B.S. and served in the U.S. Navy on nuclear submarines before completing an M.S. and an advanced Engineering Degree at M.I.T. He has published several software titles and numerous scientific journal and conference articles, and he is the author/co-author of ten books.

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Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Enter to win a $25 GC: Billionaire Ever After


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Allison Gatta
At His Command


Lottie Strong is everything Jake Prescott can’t stand in a woman—willful, entitled and stubborn. In fact, if she weren’t so stunningly sexy he’d say there was nothing going for her. Still, when he finds her on the auction block at a charity function, the idea of teasing Lottie is too much to bear—but winning one night with Lottie is much more than Jake could ever have counted on…

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The Billionaire’s Catch


Their daughters bring them together, but they are worlds apart.

Billionaire attorney, Jared Matthews, is the single father of a young daughter. He is focused on his work and raising his daughter who is dealing with the death of her mother. He has little time or interest in dating until he meets Rachel, the mother of his daughter’s best friend.

Rachel Carmichael is a single mom working two jobs and barely making ends meet, but she’s determined to do whatever it takes to keep her daughter in a pricey private school. Attraction flares when Rachel meets Jared. Falling for him would be easy, but the two come from completely different worlds.

Can two matchmaking daughters help their parents see that love is the only thing that really matters?

Excerpt

Jared stood up and wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. He reached out to shake Rachel’s hand. “It was nice to meet you,” he said again, staring into her eyes. He held on to her hand, feeling a pull that was a strange occurrence for him. She giggled and it prompted him to release his hold.

The two women walked them to the door and watched as Jared got each girl buckled in her seat. He turned to wave. “I’ll have her back for dinner,” he called as he made his way around to the driver’s side.

Rachel waved first at Molly and Melissa and then gave a quick wave to Jared.

The girls chattered nonstop in the backseat while Jared drove. He smiled when he heard some of the funny things they were saying. Jared kept thinking about Molly’s mom. When a moment of silence broke in the backseat, he asked Molly a couple of questions. “Where does your dad work at?” he boldly asked.

“I don’t have a dad,” Molly answered.

Jared made eye contact with the little girl through the rearview mirror.

“I’m sorry, Molly. I didn’t realize that.”

“It’s okay. Mommy said he’s been dead before I was born.”

Jared steadied his gaze back on the road.

She’s single.

He never fell for women quickly. He made a point not to. A corner of his heart still belonged to his dear wife. He shook off the crazy feelings so he could concentrate on driving, but he’d definitely felt a little ping when she’d looked at him. It wasn’t every day a woman did that to him. He was kind of turned on by her sexy well-defined arms and legs. And he couldn’t help but notice her tight little butt in those slim fitting yoga pants she was wearing. He lightly licked his lips and raked a hand through his hair.

Yeah. This definitely changes things.

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Win a $25 GC: Entromancy by M.S. Farzan


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The Writer's View: M.S. Fazan


I’ve worked for editorial websites and video game companies for quite some time, and they often require very tight turnaround times for writing deadlines. Because of this, I’ve become more-or-less accustomed to writing anywhere, at any time, and have worked on de-ritualizing my writing space to be able to be more productive in the in-between spaces of the day.

That being said, the bulk of Entromancy was written in my apartment in Berkeley, California, which is in many ways one of the most beautiful cities in the world. I live a few blocks from the University of California, and the inspiration for most of Entromancy’s locations comes directly out of my upbringing in the San Francisco Bay Area. It’s a spectacular, and action-packed, place to be, but also provides for a thoughtful environment for writing, simply because of all of the different kinds of activities available that can help spark creativity.

The two pictures you see here are from both sides of my writing space: an outside view of San Francisco from the Berkeley hills, and the inside view of my imagination which is fueled by fun things like music.



Thanks so much for having me stop by!

2076 is not a good year to be a special agent. A quarter of the world's power runs on ceridium, a newly discovered element that has had the unintended consequence of spawning a new race of people, and several forms of magic that were once thought to have been forgotten. Eskander Aradowsi is an agent of NIGHT, a paramilitary force created to contain and control this new perceived threat, but he soon learns that not all within his organization is as it seems. A botched mission turns out to be the least of his troubles, when he unearths a plot that threatens the uneasy truce between the aurics and humans of San Francisco, and centers on a form of magic that toys with the very fabric of the universe: Entromancy.

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I fought to stay calm. I could hear my pulse pounding in my ears, matching the drumming in my temple, and I kept forgetting to breathe. I hedged, knowing that I could leave, taking the auric with me for questioning, but I wouldn’t have time to evacuate the people upstairs. I wasn’t familiar with being unsure of my next course of action, and I didn’t care for the feeling.

I had neither the time to give the defuse protocol another try nor the skillset to hack into the device and do it the hard way. I synced the timer with my digitab and saw the countdown appear in my lenses. Pocketing the digitab, I released my knee from the auric’s throat and grabbed him by the collar.

“What’s the code?” I snarled at him.

“What?” he said thickly. I could see the blood staining his white teeth.

“Don’t play stupid with me,” I said, shaking him. “What’s the code?”

“The hell, man? What code?”

I could see that he had no idea what I was talking about. I glanced back at the bomb and up at the time display. 21:27:24, three minutes and thirty-six seconds.

The auric craned his neck to follow my gaze, then looked at me. I could see understanding register in his eyes.

“We’re dead?” he queried.

I nodded absently, reaching for another ceridium capsule. Prying off a glove with my teeth, I reached out towards the device.

The auric’s hand shot up and grabbed weakly at my wrist. “You’re going to kill us, man!” he protested.

“Probably!” I looked back towards a side entrance next to the counter. “Can you open that?”

He hesitated, then nodded slightly.

“Do it,” I said. He got up slowly and trotted over to the door.


About the Author:
M. S. Farzan was born in London, UK and grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area. He has a B.A. in Integrative Biology, M.A. in Religious Leadership for Social Change, and Ph.D. in Cultural and Historical Studies of Religions. He has written and worked for high-profile video game companies and editorial websites such as Electronic Arts, Perfect World Entertainment, and MMORPG.com, and has trained in and taught Japanese martial arts for over ten years. He also enjoys soccer, baseball, and games of all kinds.

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