William Ortell, a refugee of the war between gods, finds himself chosen as a successor to a long dead hero of the war. He must decide whether to put aside his grudges or to sink into the comforting stillness he has created for himself. He isn't alone, though. Joining him are scientists, soldiers, magical experts, all with their own stories, all from their own walks of life, and all with their own reasons for fighting. As they are, could they possibly hope to stand against the Soulless? Against the dangers the galaxy holds? Or will they fall just as so many heroes had before them?

The reanimating virus left billions dead. The UK and Ireland remained safe. Until now. Deano and BD, a father and son a universe apart. Nothing in common. Not wanting anything in common. But today all that will change. Bedlam has been unleashed. The streets are swarming with infected and survival is all that matters. To make it, they’re going to have to trust each other, depend on each other, fight for each other like they never have before. The city is bleeding. Nowhere is safe. Will they find refuge before nightfall or is it already too late? One thing’s for sure.

The artifact we found on Vesta changed everything. Sure, we were able to patent the new technologies we managed to reverse engineer, and make a hefty sum. But we could never have anticipated where these discoveries would eventually lead. The board of directors still wants to see what we come back with, but those of us on the ship know that there's something far more significant than Hegemony credits out here. And we have to do it right by humanity.

Thomas Eayres, a respected detective, is more than ready to leave behind the dangers of his job to focus on his family. But when whispers of a plot to destroy mankind’s most formidable creation emerges, Thomas is dragged back into a web of deception that threatens everything he holds dear. With a wife to protect and a child on the way, his loyalty to family collides with a duty to civilisation as he knows it.

Catchers: Book One is an adult contemporary fantasy/adventure novel. Join Riley Stevens on her journey through the Pacific Northwest as she discovers hidden cultures, powerful enemies, unlikely friends, and a new purpose in life.

When the digital and the dead intersect, Elliot finds himself caught in a cybernetic web of the past. Guided by ghosts with unfinished stories, a young genius battles to control the digital streams that anchor them to this world. Each line of code leads deeper into a labyrinth of deceit, ancient secrets, and spectral whispers. Born into an ancient and powerful family, Henry is committed by birth and blood to a role he refuses to accept.

Gabriel, an ex-soldier-turned-project-manager with anger issues, is sent to a small town in New Mexico and charged with keeping a failed government experiment secret and stable. There he meets Tam, an oddly philosophical scientist, but as they settle into a bantering friendship, things go catastrophically wrong.

My parents named me after an angel. That was a mistake. My words and actions remind them of this on a daily basis. My father disagrees. He is the Sentinel of Order, God’s unchecked hand on the world, but I’ll always be his little girl. Da may be biased, but he’s not deluded. The angel for whom I was named is beautiful, brave, and temperate. Da says two out of three isn’t bad. I cannot take credit for my beauty, and will not attribute bravery to things that simply must be done. As for temperance, I have none. I come to my lack of temperance honestly.

The System is here! Most of the population of the planet were suddenly turned into zombies, while the rest acquired new abilities. Abilities that let them run from the zombies, save themselves, hide, and try to survive. But it only takes one bite that almost always means death. Our hero was standing in line when the apocalypse came. He was lucky at first to be caught in a crowd when the zombies tried to bite him on the leg. Really lucky, because those trials unlocked new abilities for him.

Cultivation is all fun and games. Until someone kills Merlin. Apparently, the only logical response to this fairly important change to Arthurian lore is for me to be reincarnated into Dark Age Cornwall. But don't worry, I have an absolute understanding of feudal power dynamics, Qi cycling, and anti-Saxon spell flinging. Oh, I also lie a lot. There's just the smallest chance that our timeline is doomed.