​Morgan Blayde
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In the year 2040 California is an independent nation. Cars run on alternative energy. Vat-grown synthetic humans serve mankind. And insane cultists unleash an evil, viral intelligence from the blood-etched pages of the Necronomicon. ​​
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Her family targeted, Marie Valentine seeks the aid of occult arbitrator Olivia Siris who calls on her fellow Judges of the Dead and Damned. For centuries, they’ve been outcasts, hunted, and persecuted by a fearful humanity. Now, they are mankind’s last best hope for survival as darkness rises. ​​
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The battle is complicated by the blundering interference of vampire-killer Van Helsing, his samurai protégé, and an army of Hollywood ninja. Forces clash, lick their wounds, and clash again. With time and hope dwindling fast, Homeland Defense and assorted creatures of the night converge in the Missouri Ozarks where an Elder God—born hungry—must be killed before he eats the planet
Osiris Rising.​
​ Morgan Blayde
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HE’S AN X-CLASS AGENT, AN ELITE CYBERNETIC CENTURION FIGHTING FOR THE PEACE AND SECURITY OF THE GALACTIC IMPERIUM. SHE’S HIS FAITHFUL ALIEN COMPANION: A BLONDE BEAUTY WHO’S ALWAYS TROUBLE—AND THE ONLY ONE WHO SEES THE TORTURED SOUL BENEATH HIS ARMOR. TOGETHER, THEY ARE STAR-CROSSED LOVERS WHO CAN SAVE EVERYONE, BUT THEMSELVES.
MAX STARTED OUT AS JUST ANOTHER CALIFORNIA GIRL WITH A TORMENTING OLDER BROTHER, AND A HOPELESS CRUSH THAT MIGHT NEVER BLOOM INTO TRUE LOVE. THEN CAME THE DAY AT THE BEACH WHEN FATE BITCH-SLAPPED HER WITH A TIDAL WAVE AND A SPACE-CRYSTAL NECKLACE THAT IS ALIVE. FALLEN FROM SPACE, THE STONE OFFERS HER NEARLY UNLIMITED POWER—IF SHE CAN ONLY CONTROL IT. SHE NEEDS TO DO SO, FAST, BECAUSE THE MECHAMORPH PLANET THAT LOST THE NECKLACE WANTS IT BACK. AND TO MAKE SURE THAT HAPPENS, ALIEN INORGANIC SHAPE-SHIFTING ASSASSINS ARE SENT TO KILL HER. IN THE END, MAX RISKS HER IRRADIATED SOUL, THE LOVE OF HER LIFE, AND THEIR FUTURE TOGETHER TO KEEP THE EARTH IN ONE PIECE AGAINST A WEAPONIZED BLACK HOLE. THAT’S JUST WHAT HOT, FASHION-FORWARD HEROINES DO.
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