Novels

Editor's Choice
Featured Novel:
The Liberations of Ginger Ruby Creek Arañas
A Novel
by Melanie Jennings

Braver Deeds
by John Van Roekel
An excerpt from Braver Deeds won first prize in the in the Historical/Western Novel category in the 2002 Southwest Writers Contest. John recently signed with the Andrea Brown Literary Agency where Laura Rennert will be representing him.

Motorcycle Ride on the Sea of Tranquility
by Patricia Santana

Land Without Evil
by Matthew Pallamary
Since the white men appeared, his people had been reduced by half. His father said that death had come to so many because of the spirits of sicknesses that the white men had brought to them.

Vito's Ark
by Edwin Decker
Vito didn’t believe much in God in his young days. He devoted himself toward becoming an outrageously successful businessman. Success, of course, meant wealth. And he was wealthy. Sanitation was his expertise.

Big Boy's Row
by Richard Thom
"We’re truly blessed to have Archbishop McElroy visit us today. It means a great deal to our community and to our home. We want him to feel most welcome. The sisters have instructed all of you on what to say and do. Be sure you are on your best behavior."

Mortals All
by Bruce Golden
I was just a writer of over-hyped, testosterone-driven space operas when she walked into my life. I should have known better. I should have paid attention to that tingling I always get along the nape of my neck when trouble's headed my way.

Land On Bended Knee,
by Siddharth Katragadda
…A country is not a country if it cannot stand up for what it rightly is, Gopal Mama often said. This country does not have balls, he would go on like a stuck record. It is like its women, beautiful but pinned down, downtrodden. She looks for notice in the eyes of her husband, the one who tastes her breasts, rapes her and asks her to go back to cooking dal fry for him, unseeing of her true beauty.

Adventures In A Parallax World
by Gran Soren
…I could feel my hands on my knees, but when I looked down, I saw only the black leather chair, and the faded orange and rose colored Persian carpet. What I did not see were brown suede shoes, grey slacks, blue wool blazer-- or the thin legs and round potbelly of my seventy-one year old body. I did not see me. I was invisible.

Escaping America
by Casey Fahy
…Saphire winked at Cody and stood by the limousine for a moment, her long coat open to the night air. Her hair was wrapped like a copper crown on her head. She was six feet tall, curved but hard, with Egyptian features, and lapis eyes. The night was muggy, though it was fall and the leaves had changed. She twisted a penlight, and walked up the hill, weaving through slate headstones.

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